#claire complaining it’s cold and you tell her of course you’re not wearing pants. and she goes um..i’m totally wearing a stole though?!

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⭐️🦢 claire season; 100 days to her birthday!

here's claire in some of my favourite myscene outfits. i love playing dress up with her… swan princess barbie princess lab princess<3

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Allergy

This is sort of fluffy fic about James unknowingly suffering an allergy attack throughout the day/day in the life of James Chance. About 2000 words. Characters: James Chance, Claire Richards, Scott Hayes, Logan Cole, Mark Garrett, Eli Sands (mentioned)

“Just gotta put the finishing touches on…” Mark said as he placed the last few blocks on his house. He looked into the camera and smiled. “Perfect.” He said as he admired his newest creation. Mark pushed his chair away from his desk a little with his foot. He was back at his mom’s place. He comes back a lot during the week, in order to be closer to school (which James makes him pay attention to).

The door creaked. A black and white spotted cat slinked in. She sat and stared at Mark, waiting to be noticed.

“Estrella, baby,” Mark cooed, turning in her direction. He pushed his chair over to his bed and grabbed the hoodie that had been unceremoniously thrown at the foot earlier that week. He put it on backward and beckoned the cat to sit in his lap. The cat obliged and jumped the distance easily. Mark grabbed her sides and put her in his hood, as for a cat she was on the young side, making her rather small. She made a small noise but soon began to swish her tail over the brim of the hood.

Mark scooted his chair closer to his monitor and got back into the game, occasionally petting Estrella when there was a free moment. He liked to stream Minecraft gameplay; it was therapeutic to him. He returned to his newly finished house and put a bunch of ore into a furnace. This should take a while, he thought. He took the opportunity to talk to his viewers.

Mark was reading the chat, seeing the thousands of comments that rolled by so quickly. His eyes picked out one in particular.

“Isn’t the same hoodie you’re wearing hanging behind you?”

Mark turned around to look at his wardrobe. Sure enough, the same exact maroon hoodie was hanging from his wardrobe behind him. I don’t have two of these, was the first thing Mark thought. He scooted the chair back far enough to be able to reach the hoodie and looked at the tag. The one hanging from the wardrobe had the initials MTG on them. The one he was wearing did not.

“Guess I’ll have to wash this one. The owner is allergic to cats. Sorry, Estrella.” Mark informed his audience with a chuckle.

James walked into his closet, looking for his favorite hoodie. He couldn’t remember for the life of him where he put it. James looked straight at the wall behind his clothes and sighed. He walked across the hall to the laundry room. Maybe he had left it there.

Lo and behold, in front of the washer was his favorite maroon hoodie. James picked it up and thew it on. He threw the hood over his head because today was just that kind of day. He walked out to the living room and prepared to start the day.

The CEO of his company, Claire Richards, walked in the door no more than thirty minutes later.

“Claire. Good morning.” James greeted her. Claire gave him a tight smile. James sighed at his toast and coffee. “What do I have going on today?”  He didn’t really want to know. He felt like going back to sleep for a while. Claire looked down at her clipboard and began to recite.

“It’s currently nine o’clock. If I’m allowed to be honest, I’m surprised you’re awake this early. At ten, you have an arrangement with some folks with Toys R Us. I don’t know how long that’s supposed to run, but knowing you I think you’ll keep it quick. At eleven-thirty, Jett wants you to come in to meet about gear, or at least that’s what she says. The-”

Claire cut herself off after seeing a signal from James. He had one finger up, and sneezed off to the side, trying to keep it quiet.

“Continue.”

“The meeting is only supposed to run until around twelve. Then, you have about an hour for lunch. After, you’re expected to come back for some training. At three, Mark gets out of school. It takes him around twenty-five minutes to walk here. You asked that after three-thirty be blocked off of your schedule except for emergencies, so there you are. You don’t have any dinner plans, but Mr. Hayes told me that he and Mr. Cole may be stopping by this evening.”

James pinched off a few more sneezes and cleared his throat before thanking Claire and resuming his breakfast.

For a little while, now, Mark had been coming over a few times a week after school to work in James’ lab, work on homework, or just to mess around, and have fun together. It was rejuvenating for James. What wasn’t rejuvenating, was how badly he was beginning to feel. It seemed to be a sneak-attack head cold, or at least that’s what it felt like.

He changed into a dress shirt and pants for the first meeting. The people from Toys R Us mostly wanted to complain that they’re going to go out of business, don’t know what to do with their stock, if he could buy it back that could be a great deal, et cetera. James felt way better than he did before. He assumed it was the coffee and shower that picked him up.

He didn’t change between the first and second meetings. He walked into Jett’s empty office at Caduceus headquarters and waited. There was a little sign at the corner, reading Alexis B. Jett. There were a few photos scattered around her desk and a shelf behind her chair bearing some small trophies. Of course, a computer monitor made up for open space on her desk. James leaned a bit to the left in order to see the photos better. Not that he was prying on private information or anything. The first one he saw was of a rather large orange cat. The cat was sitting in a bowl, on a table. There was a pair of legs behind the table, with their hands on their thighs. Cats were cute, no doubt about that in James’ mind, but he was allergic. Not enough to be deadly, just enough to be annoying. And messy.

James chatted with Jett for around fifteen minutes. Most of it was awkward small talk, (at least it was awkward to James) but the meeting went over well. James checked his cell phone, seeing a text message from Claire Richards. The message read: I know that you probably remembered, but you have a lunch break from right now until one o’clock. James smiled. She knew he would forget something one of these days, but lunch was not one of them. He scrolled back in their message history, and there was one before this one, from eleven-thirty reminding him about his meeting with Jett.

James went back to his penthouse and threw his maroon hoodie back on. He decided to order in, from Dominos. He knows that there’s probably some better place out there, but familiar is the mood of today.

He decides to message Mark; it’s probably his lunch hour too.

Howre you doing

good :)

excited about later

Glad to hear it

Tell your friends I say hi

they say hi back

See you later

cya

James clears his throat and sneezes at his chest. The “sneak-attack head cold” feeling is back, and James doesn’t really want it right now. He just wants to enjoy his pizza and watch his show. Because yes, James Chance watches regular old TV.

At two o’clock, James is back at Caduceus headquarters for training. He didn’t bother to take off his hoodie. He just had on a thin T-shirt and light pants apart from that. Walking to the gym, he fell into step with Scott Hayes, who also worked for Caduceus.

“Hey, Jim,” Scott knocked James’ elbow with his own. James jerked out of a daze and murmured something back.

“You know, I’ve been working with this kind-of newbie. Name’s Elliot Sands. Goes by Eli. Pretty chipper kid, ready for anything. I’d hate to see what he’d do in a life or death situation with the kinds of jokes he makes when he thinks I’m not listening.” Scott begins to ramble.

“I’m sure,” James fills in his part of the conversation so Scott thinks he’s engaged. The two of them pushed open the double doors to the gym.

“Let’s get started, yeah?” Scott asked, stripping his blazer. James looked at a fixed point in the corner for a moment, before sniffling hard and rubbing at his nose a few times.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

“You good, Jimmy?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Ok, man…”

“I’m fine.”

At around two-forty-five Logan Cole walked into the gym. James saw him, and his first thought was to push Scott onto him.

“Scott? Why don’t you spar with Logan for a bit, I need to take a break.” James told the other two men and stepped out of the sparing area. Logan walked over to him before he could get very far.

“James, are you okay?”

“Sure, yeah.”

“‘Sure, yeah’ isn’t an acceptable answer. Why don’t you want to spar today?”

“Who said I don’t want to spar?”

“Come on, you never pass up an opportunity to be better than Scott at hand-to-hand. Something’s up.”

“Nothing’s up, Logan. I’m f- I’m fine.” James sniffled and cleared his throat. He almost sneezed and blew his whole story. Luckily, he didn’t. James walked over to the showers and got cleaned up before leaving.

James looked at his phone to see a text message from Mark. “b there soon :))” it read, sent 3:05 pm. James leaned his head against the back of his couch and grabbed a tissue. He wanted to apologize to the kid, for feeling awful, and not being able to necessarily do everything he wanted to do today.

James came back to reality after hearing a knock on the doorframe. He turned his head around just in time to see Mark’s eyes go wide and hear a very soft “Oh no”.

“What?” he asks.

“Did you find that hoodie by the washer?” Mark countered, eyes still wide.

“Yes?” James doesn’t know what he’s getting at.

“Take it off.”

“What? Why?”

“I, uh, I…Iaccidentallyhadmycatinthehoodforawhilelastnight.” Mark word vomited.

“Woah, kid, slow down. Whatever you did, I’m sure it’ll be fine.” James tried to calm the kid down, knowing that he was nervous. No one word vomits as their natural speech pace.

“I accidentally had my cat, Estrella, in the hood of your sweater for a while last night before realizing it was yours,” Mark said, blush rising on his face. James smiles at him reassuringly, before processing his words and quickly throwing the hoodie across the room.

“I’ll wash that later.” He said with a chuckle. “Come sit. Got any homework tonight?” James motions for Mark to sit next to him. Mark opens his backpack and takes out his homework. They began to chat about various things. In the back of his mind, James starts to think about ways to get Mark back for this. It would be completely harmless.