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Hunter's brow furrowed a bit. "I doubt that. Don't think that would surprise her that much," the blonde murmured, smirking. "Guess our reunion is cut short," she added. Beginning back down the stairs, she grabbed his arm, tugging him gently along with her. She wasn't sure she cared what was going on, but if it was funny.. well, no need to pass that up.
As they made their way down, and rounded the corner into the kitchen, Hunter's mother and sister were huddled around the kitchen sink. Elizabeth's hand was under the running water, held there by her mother. Whipping her head around, the blonde woman glared.
"T-Those things bit your sister!"
That was, of course, all it took for Hunter to burst into laughter.
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Hunter didn't care what the answer was; she was just sorry she missed it. When Elizabeth cried out in her whiniest tone, "It was the flowers!", that only made Hunter laugh harder. She knew, of course, that anything Gray had carried all of this way without getting bitten himself.. well, it couldn't be that dangerous. Most of the really dangerous stuff was too rare to put into a bouquet. And if it bit off the whole hand or anything, Beth would probably be screaming a lot more.
All there was to do was laugh. "I'm sure it was a misunderstanding," she managed, between laughing, seemingly oblivious to the stern look on her mother's face. If looks could kill, Hunter would have been struck dead right where she stood. "C'mon, he didn't mean it," she added, when the expression didn't let up.
"Just be glad no one else saw! Ya can just tell them she cut herself making dinner.. easier to explain than why we got magic flowers, ain't it?" she offered. It was just after she said this, that her father appeared in the doorway from the dining room, looking critically around at them.
"Off to a good start, wouldn't you say?" Hunter murmured, leaning close to Gray's cheek to say it.
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Hunter laughed a little, glancing back at him as they made their way upstairs. "Ain't that why it's called a quickie?"
When they reached the top, this time without any interruptions, Hunter led the way to her bedroom. She cracked the door open, peering inside briefly as if expecting something to jump out, before heading inside. She held the door for Gray, closing it once he was in.
It looked a lot less lived in than her room at school, but the mess was generally the same. There were still bits and pieces that showed definite signs of Hunter, but they were few. Dirty clothes were kicked into a pile by the end of her bed, and sprawled out in the pile of filthy laundry was a large german shepherd.
"Someone my dad invited down there is allergic, they got her locked up here all day," the blonde said sympathetically, crouching down a bit as the dog hopped up and made her way over to meet her. "Only difference between me and her is that I have to come down and eat at the table, right Bella?"
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