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Tegan | Seven of Clubs | HoC

[graceandwit]

[All flavours.]

[takerofthings]

Of course it makes sense that running the kitchens means paperwork. Inventory is dull, but Dafydd is going to be thorough with it. He's only a Five, after all, too busy to consider challenging up to Seven or even Six, so he needs to prove himself. At least in his mind, he does.

Still, something to liven up the monotony would be welcome.

[graceandwit]

There is a half-panicked, half-perplexed looking teenager that has just stumbled into the kitchen Mr. Spencer. She is dressed in a familiar red shirt that reaches to just above her knees -- not too short as to be indecent but certainly not nearly long enough -- and she's going to blink, swipe a hand across her face before offering a hesitant: "Dafydd?"

[takerofthings]

What's he still doing here, he needs to go to bed, but he glances up at his name and smiles the welcoming, rather professional smile he uses for Clubs he doesn't know yet. "Evening. Something I can do for you?" he asks, absently wondering why she looks so familiar.

...wait.

[graceandwit]

Why yes, yes there is something you can do for her Dafydd. You can explain to her how she could have gone to bed one way and woke up like this.

"It's me," she says. "I...It's Tegan."

[takerofthings]

Dafydd's brow furrows and he lowers the clipboard before setting it slowly aside. "...Tegan?" It does look like her. Like a, a very young her.

[graceandwit]

The nearest guess is somewhere between seventeen and twenty, right before that last push to womanhood. An unsettling thought, considering that the last time she'd been this age she'd had to wrestle with her mother's sudden death and discovering that she was, in fact, an older sister.

"Yeah," she says finally. "I know." She offers him a weak smile. "Crazy, huh?"

[takerofthings]

"You..." They're broken up, technically, even if she has been coming down to the kitchens to find him every so often, for stress relief in the form of venting over tea. But they're still broken up, so he isn't really sure if he should offer the hug that he wants to offer.

"Did you change your hair?" he says instead with a faint smile. And, what the hell, extends a hand.

[graceandwit]

"Well, now that you mention it," she says with a smile. It's so very easy to slip her hand into his. Too easy maybe but there's something wonderfully easy about this that she's having difficulty remembering why she decided she could manage without it.

"I think I much prefer being a blonde."

[takerofthings]

Dafydd squeezes her hand, feeling the answering pressure. "Takes years off," he says a little disbelievingly. "Um...what's happened?"

He can't quite bring himself to suggest that they ought to find her some pants.