[it takes a few moments, while Tempest waits to see if anyone else gets the door. When they don't, she sighs and answers it herself, cracking it open just enough to peek out, then all the way]
[Before Tempest has time to wonder what he means by "we," a little girl peeks out from behind Stan. She glances at Tempest quickly and then retreats, hiding again.]
[Whatever Tempest is expecting, it's probably not the palm slap that Peace gives her, before ducking back between Stanley's legs to hide again. Stanley snorts quietly, amused. He might've taught her that one, whoops.]
[There's a shy moment of hesitation, but it works. The little girl emerges long enough to slap Tempest's palm again and then does her best to disappear. Stanley pats her on the head absently, and digs something out of his school bag. It's possibly the only book that's ever been kept in there.]
[There's a headtilt while he considers this, but whatever conclusion he comes to he doesn't share. Cute works. People never throw cute shit out of airlocks.]
[Sit? They know that command. Both kids plop down on the floor and wait to see what's next. The book is mostly forgotten already, even though Stanley's still holding it.]
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Ah - hello, dear.
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No . . . ? There is a directory, yes? That is what it is there for?
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[Before Tempest has time to wonder what he means by "we," a little girl peeks out from behind Stan. She glances at Tempest quickly and then retreats, hiding again.]
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So I see . . .
[Tempest steps out into the hallway and kneels down, leaning to the side just enough to get a peek at the little girl] Hello, little one.
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That's Peace. She's flying under the radar, okay? Oh. I mean...it's a secret.
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[she smiles a little wider at Peace and holds out a hand, palm up] Well met, Peace. My name is Tempest.
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That is a high five, yes?
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[The difference between training a puppy and entertaining a toddler is apparently subtle.]
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She is quite adorable.
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[There's a headtilt while he considers this, but whatever conclusion he comes to he doesn't share. Cute works. People never throw cute shit out of airlocks.]
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[He takes Peace by the hand absently, clearly out of habit, and leads her inside.]
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Make yourselves at home.
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. . . you can sit wherever you'd like.
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[Except that now they're on the moon. But it's the thought that counts, isn't it?]
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[it takes a moment to register, but then she's staring at him like he grew a second head. Wait, what?]
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Uh...well, I thought...
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