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There were two hugs and a kiss on the cheek and then all of her friends were in the open foyer area. It was good to have her own people there, even if their presence made the rest of her guests turn and stare at the little group--particularly at Maya, although it was up in the air if her neighbors recognized her or were gawking at the stage makeup she was still wearing.

“You’d ride the bike in a dress?” Twyla coked her head at the wolf woman, before turning and winking at Milo who was obviously the reasoning behind Em taking another form of transportation. “The dress is great by the way.” Twyla brushed her fingers against the green material before spinning on heel to take in the rest of Maya’s makeup and to reply to her question. “You sure you don’t want to keep it on? Its pretty festive. Speaking of festive,” Like a slightly tired bird, the brunette flitted to the woman she hadn’t spoken to directly yet. “This is a gorgeous color on you.” She picked at the other green dress in her foyer and gave Henri a quick hug again.

“Anyway, what was I doing?” She was frazzled and her mind jumped back to the mess she was cleaning up. “Ugh.” The towel on the floor went over the mess made by the fallen platter--she’d deal with it later. With a sigh, Twyla forced a smile back on her face. “If you want to open that wine Henri, I think this is the perfect time.” She half skipped into the kitchen area off the open foyer and snatched up a corkscrew off of the creamy counter of the center island. Handing the tool to the woman on the chair she added: “There are wine glasses in the cabinet to the right of the sink. Help yourselves to anything while we figure out this makeup thing.” A broad smile was given to Milo, Emerald, and Henrietta before she took Maya’s arm and started for the spiraling staircase in the center of the space. It led to the upper story and the bedroom and bathroom of the loft.

“Thanks for the wine, by the way.” She whispered to Maya as they drifted through the clusters of her other party goers, all of them stopped talking upon contact. “Sorry about them.” With a blush, Twyla added.

Once upstairs they walked through Twyla’s bedroom, which merely consisted of a queen sized bed made up with off white bedsheets and a quilt her gandmother made, a spindly bedside table with a single drawer, and a wardrobe covered in pictures taped to the doors. Across from the bed there was an open door that led to the bright bathroom. “So what are you working on that entails this much...er, decoration? Or can’t you tell me?” With a smirk, the brunette led the way into the bathroom, rummaging around in the tower of drawers angled in a corner for some make up remover and a wash cloth.

The mystery of where her shoes had gone was solved--they were sitting next to the tub, directly beneath the bottle of nail polish on the rim that she’d never gotten around to opening. “Use whatever you need.” Wtih a smile, Twyla attempted to skit her way out of the bathroom.

Dear MRO,
I'm sorry I was so rude and stayed away and never returned your calls or your letters or your messenger pigeons. You've been tugging at me in the back of my mind, waiting for me to come back to you and reminding me of how much fun I have when I'm writing for you. This isn't you, it's me.
You see, MRO, deareast, I've been busy starting college and and working and studying and trying to make tangible friends and through all of that I've left you behind. I really am sorry for that--you were there for me before and during all of everything and what did I go and do? I shirked off my responsibilities to you and all of your wonderful members. I left and then I came back and then I left and now I'm wanting to try to be back again but I feel guilty about everything and I don't want to ditch you again. You deserve better than my dandruff flakes of interest.
Oh MRO, what do you think, heart?
Always,
Twyvan

((OOC: Henri, thanks so much--I’d go crazy with Van here too!))

Twyla Ashby was tired. Her housewarming party was just dying down with no sign of her real friends. The new neighbors were a trying, hodgepodge bunch that seemed to feel the need to argue with themselves all night. On top of the neighbors, the woman had been hurriedly preparing her loft for this party after finishing decorating and moving in the entire space (by herself) only a few days before. It was good to be all moved in, but she could really go for a day long nap. That obviously wasn’t in the cards for that night.

Her buzzer went off and Twyla buzzed up whoever it was without paying much thought to it--someone had just dropped an entire plate of hors d'œuvres onto the hardwood floor in the hallway. After much grumbling and the procuring of a towel, Twyla proceeded to stoop down and mop up the smelly mess. Brown hair that had been curled for the occasion got in her face and many pains were taken to avoid streaking any food mess onto her black satin dress. A knock on the door halted the cleaning up process and flustered woman forced a smile on her face as she opened the door. Without shoes on. Was that weird?


Twyla was haloed by the soft lighting in the spacious loft behind her and when the door was opened yelling could be heard in the background, along with some soft music for ambiance. At first the woman looked like she was grimacing but when she realized who had finally arrived she let her smile soften and her shoulders droop a little bit. “I’m so glad you’re here.” She said tiredly, looking gratefully at her friends. “Come in, come in.” She waved them forward so she could start a round of hugs. “It’s good to see all of you, seriously.”

Twyla’s heart was pounding like crazy. She felt like it was going to hammer it’s way out her chest as all the blood rushed to her head and a kick of adrenaline that didn’t help her shaky breath at all. The blond supposed for a moment that most people preferred some kind of concrete response to ‘I love you’, but it was obviously enough for the boy in front of her. Gawain began to kiss her all over her face. She was still too high from the unsteady statement to actually reciprocate any of the affection, but she gladly took it and smiled against his mouth when it randomly found hers in the dark.

She didn’t respond to the teasing, just took it and fell into the hug. Regardless of anything awkward or anything negative discussed that evening it was still probably filled with some of the best feelings that Twyla thought she could ever feel. She’d missed these feelings at camp--missed him and how he made her feel. It was soooo good to be back.

He told her he felt lucky, she replied with a soft: “Not as much as me.” Before she was suddenly pulled down onto the roof of the tree house. The boy’s words tickled her neck when he asked her if she was cold. If anything, Twyla was probably the complete opposite of cold--she was being cuddled and there were pleasant fireworks of excitement and gooey feeling exploding in her stomach, but she’d say so if it meant staying close to her boyfriend. “Mhmm,” She muttered, sneaking as close as possible to Gawain’s warmth.

Twyla shivered when there were hands tangled in her hair. There was a string of moments while neither of them said anything, they just sat there, she patiently sitting and pretending that she hadn’t just spoken a giant wad of word fail. Maybe her boyfriend was pretending too, or at least he was trying to make sense of what she was saying? Or maybe he was trying not to word fail himself? Or maybe he was trying not to laugh at her? Either option was plausible.

She smiled when he said that he wanted to have peace and quiet when they came home from world saving. Twyla also smiled at the kissing in her hair. “Well...” A long pause and a deep breath and then a sigh. “I think that we can make some peace and quiet--always. I promise.” Another long string of moments. “That’s what home is for.” Leaning back, she smiled up at Gawain.

“Take this, for example.” She gestured with her body at the tree house around them. “This is peace and quiet and home.” She almost continued with something cheesy and goopey and all too smooshy for Twyla’s taste, but she managed to refrain. “Seriously, Bloodfang or no.” The blond wormed her way up so she was closer to face level. And then she kissed him, and not because she was trying to manipulate something out of him, it wasn’t awkward. He thought they could save the word and that was reason enough.

At first Gawain seemed confused that Emerald had told her and he sounded a bit upset. He started to say something more and then he trailed off, seemingly realizing what his girlfriend had just done. At least she hoped he understood her. The boy pulled her closer and the blond decided that this would be as long of a hug as she could swing it as it was just so nice after being so far apart. The girl moved in as close as she could manage and sat and waited for one of them to say something.

It was very hard to hear the boy with him talking so quietly, but Twyla was pretty sure that she caught all the important things. It was sweet, sightly frustrating, and it made a strange gooey feeling bubble up in the pit of her stomach. She did her best not to think about it and let the boy finish his piece. She thought he was done and then he continued with something that she didn’t quite hear the end of. “Hmm...?” She murmured dreamily, letting his words sink in and enjoying him. It sounded more like a muffled ‘Mmmm’, but Twyla couldn’t tell that.

She sat with her head on his chest for a long moment before she stirred, pulling back a bit so she could look the boy in the face. “Look,” She started slowly. “I’d just appreciate some...” The word eluded her. “More like..er..talking between us. We both need to do the trust thing.” Mirror wasn’t the only one guilty of omitting important details on occasion, and Twyla could admit to that. Realizing what she’d just said she quickly added: “Not that I don’t trust you or that I think you don’t trust me--we just need talk-y, er...” A blush. “Do you know what I’m talking about at all?” Twyla gave up, dropping her head back to the safety of his chest.

They both pretended it was normal, the way she was kissing him, for a moment. Eventually he pulled back and told her to stop. This was a blessing, she had no idea where she was going to go with the awkward kiss and no idea how to get out of it. Eyes that had been closed in some form of concentration opened to look across at the boy who was rubbing his forehead. In Gawain’s defense, he had no idea that she knew about any of what happened that summer and this was all very sudden. The blond looked down, feeling very guilty very quickly. She was definitely being unfair. Probably. Even if she didn’t quite want to admit it to herself.

And then...he started to speak, hesitantly, but the words were there. Twyla stole a peek at the boy before looking back down at her hands clutched awkward in her lap. ”...but it might be better if I told you.” Had she heard right? Instantly, brown eyes shot up to take in the expression in his hazel ones. Gawain’s face gave it all away, he was nervous to tell her but they were about to talk about the one thing that had been worming a hole in her brain ever since Emerald let it slip that day outside.

A smile broke out of her previously strained face. Twyla threw her arms around the boy, and this time she wasn’t being sneaky or uncomfortable about it. Burying her head in his chest, she mumbled in a tone full of relief: “Ems already told me about Bloodfang, on accident. I just wish you guys would tell me these things sooner...” She wrapped herself around his neck and wormed her way closer, her voice muffled by his clothing. “I just needed you to tell me--at least that is happened.” It might have been hard to hear the emphasis on ‘needed’, but it was there.