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[curiousnotmalicious]

Who: Dutch and Steve
What: He remembers her!
Where:
When: Today in the afternoon.
Warnings: None
Status: Closed, incomplete


[ Finally clean, Dutch’s room looks presentable for Steve. Except when you look closely, you can tell that things were done in haste. There’s a notebook shoved underneath her pillow and several pairs of shoes jammed beneath her bed. Dutch has her fingers crossed that Steve isn’t the meticulous and judgmental sort.

She sits on the edge of her bed slowly driving herself nuts wondering what he might want to talk about. Their last meeting seemed to go just fine, aside from him having forgotten about her. Then it hits her - Maybe he remembered. Her lips curl into a big smile at that thought. Maybe now things can be normal again.

Her eyes go to her door and she waits for him like a little kid watching the clock at the end of a schoolday. ]

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[abide]

[ He feels a little unsure about this because of the last time they'd met—the first time. Steve hadn't wanted it to be under those conditions, but it's not as if he had any control over them, moving towards her room at a rather steady pace. And once he's in front of her door, he stands there almost listlessly and stares at it before gathering the courage to knock. Honestly, he hopes it's not too much of a shock for her considering the differences between him now and him then. ]

Hey. [ Shifting on his feet, he tries not to look uncomfortable. ] It's, uh, me. Steve. [ Like she might have been expecting anyone else other than him. ]

[curiousnotmalicious]

[ Dutch hurries to her door, smoothing out her hair in a last ditch effort to look good, and opens the door with a smile. When she sees Steve, though, her smile fades just slightly and her eyebrows wrinkle in confusion. He's... Bigger. How on earth did that happen? She has to fight the urge to reach out and touch his shoulder. ]

Steve? You've... Changed. Quite a bit, actually.

[ She's silent for a moment and then jumps slightly. ] Oh! I'm being rude. [ She steps aside. ] Pease, step into my parlor.

[ This is all very strange, but she's willing to listen to an explanation. Who knows? Maybe he's like the moon and changes shape. Weird stuff happens on the Moira. ]