#legacy max

[astraeajackson]

he's drunk, shirtless, and about to fall off a wall!

avery: where?!

his yodeling skills are unmatched and he eats way too many scones!

max: where?!

he has a tragic romantic past with your sister's lawyer and the amount of cowboy hats he owns is slightly concerning!

libby: WHERE?!

[lanterns-and-daydreams]

Reporter, to Libby: So, how does it feel to be marrying someone so out of your league?

Libby: Well-

Nash, cutting her off: Feels amazin', darlin', thanks

[simswoon]

Gen 2 Heiress - Lennon Marlowe

previous // next // beginning - gen 1

Goals:

Children: At least 2

Career: Entertainer Career – Musician Branch

Aspiration: Serial Romantic

Skills to Max: Piano, Singing, Guitar, Violin

Visit 3 different worlds (woohoo with a different sim each night you're gone).

Experience a self-discovery moment and lose the Noncommittal trait.

[downrightbooks]

I lied put your clothes back on. Let’s talk about how absolutely heartbreaking it was for Xander in chapter 59 of tfg. Out of all of the Hawthorne brothers he was the one who had the closest relationship to their grandfather. So to then find out that his biological father had always wanted him and that his grandfather was the one reason that they never were able to get to know each other would be absolutely earth shattering.

Like Tobias trusted him enough to tell him to find Toby in The Hawthorne Legacy because they spent the most time together. Like he seriously asked his favorite grandson to help him find his long lost son who isn’t even his actual son, all while never letting Xander know that his own father cared about him and wanted him from the beginning. So I can’t even begin to imagine the hurt and betrayal he must have felt towards his grandfather after he realized that his grandfather did everything in his power to keep his father from him and vice versa. (As the days go by I hate Tobias more and more)

MY POOR BABY DESERVES SO MUCH LOVE😭😭

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

Happy Hawthorne Christmas:

merry christmas to everyone reading this!! I hope you all have wonderful days, I thank you all very much for your love and support 💖💖 lowkey these headcannons are so bad so sorry but I wanted to make a post for xmas

taglist: @lovethornes @whatsamongus @wish-i-were-heather @inmyheaddd @never-enough-novels @fleuriosa @midiosaamor @sweetreveriee @emelia07 @f4iry-bell @zaraaaabear @thoughtdaughter3 @benny1989fredd @elysianwayy77 @maybxlle @sheisntyou @anintellectualintellectual @aleatorio1234 @adalia-jaycee @off-to-the-r4ces @lyra-kane @reminiscentreader @lyrakanefanatic @imaseabear @elizaa31 @loveinalocket @lanterns-and-daydreams @hermesenthusiast @eternal--dream

- every time rohan puts up mistletoe to kiss savannah under grayson takes it down

- libby does the twelve days of cookiemas

- xander makes an ornament of himself and puts it on the top of the tree because he is (quote) ‘the star of the family’

- grayson will return anything you get him for xmas

- jameson, xander and even grayson constantly make jokes about nash being one of santa’s elves (because he’s the shortest of the four of them)

- gigi once got a sugar high on candy canes and went around the house screaming christmas songs until she passed out

- avery has a whole drawer dedicated to christmas fluffy socks which she collects religiously and ONLY wears at christmas

- as a joke jameson stole and hid a pair and let’s just say… it wasn’t pretty

- max can recite every christmas movie known to man

- grayson knits christmas sweaters

- gigi starts christmas in august

- she has the brightest, craziest, rainbowest decorations ever that send grayson into a COMA

- xander eats his whole advent calendar on day one

- grayson 100% can play a violin solo of carol of the bells

- when the boys were little and tobias (ew) was strict about presents and christmas and just anything that resembled childhood joy, nash started the transition that the boys would open one present altogether on Christmas eve

- this was continues after tobias died

- nash gets cold so easily

- he also hates the snow for this reason

- BUTTTT libby loves snow so when she asks if he’d go on a snowy walk with her he practically bolted out of that door

- the christmas after emily died was the hardest christmas for jamie and gray to even be in the same room

- xander bought max a reindeer one year and they named it mince pie

- grayson = angel gabriel… need I say more

- gigi and xander always team up to find where their christmas presents are hidden

- seeing this nash and grayson play a little trick with really bad fake presents for them to find

- grayson refuses to start christmas until halfway through December

- christmas competition is a big part of a Hawthorne Christmas, along with secret Santa, there’s giant gingerbread house construction, best Christmas karaoke, ugliest christmas sweater and best christmas tree decorating competitions

- xander still believes in santa

- grayson is like one of those mum’s at christmas that will scream at you if you dare put a decoration in the wrong place on the tree

- he also colour coordinates all of his decor (silver and blue)

- rohan buys everyone socks

- jameson usually forgets he has to actually buy gifts for people (except avery)

- avery writes a letter every christmas to her mum that basically talks about her life that year, she seals the letter and never opens it and knows he mum reads it somehow somewhere

- drink or dare is always played at a hawthorne christmas

- savannah cannot wrap a present to save her life whereas rohan is practically an expert

- so naturally he loved to annoy her about it

- jameson wrapped himself up for avery to open

- one year gigi and xander were left to christmas dinner… that was the year the whole kitchen blew up and they ordered takeout instead

- avery and jameson have a tradition that every christmas eve they light a candle for avery’s mum and wait for it to burn out completely

- despite being a dancer lyra is horrible at ice skating

- when her and grayson went together she practically held onto him for dear life

- rohan never had christmas as a kid

- nash hates hot chocolate but didn’t have the heart to tell libby until three years into their relationship because she’d always make him cups

- avery always donates money away to charities at christmas

TIG masterlist

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Extended Parting

Synopsis: After being separated from you for so long, Childe finally finds you again.

Foul Legacy x Reader Pronouns: Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Comfort Warnings: Mentions of blood, physical injuries, fear, pain, crying, allusions to being attacked

Original Request by Anon: requesting requesting! beep bop beep bop ! more foul legacy × reader hurt/comfort, perhaps? :3

hear me out- in the format of a scenario; just pure comfort, reader is perhaps sent of to a dangerous mission/commission while childe is away doing his own thing. when he is going back home however, he stumbles across a group of fatui, taking the reader hostage & hurting them. foul legacy's reaction to his "allies" hurting the love of his life? and how he would take care of the reader after, assuming the reader got pretty severe injuries (even though they're not fetal).

Im a big sucker for this big boi getting all soft when the reader is hurt, and i wanna see more of him just holding the bleeding reader in his arms while trying to comfort them

~ * ~

Two weeks, three days, seven hours, and eight minutes. That’s how long you’ve been apart, how long Childe has gone without being in your presence, and he’s hated every second of it. Important commission, hah! No commission could be so important that it took you away from him for this long- almost half a month! All of your other missions took you a week, tops, and even then he could barely handle it, missing you more and more as each day passed without a single word or letter. Of course, he admits, it’s not like Childe didn’t also have his own duties to attend to during this time, this extended parting. As usual, he was forced to store Ajax and Childe away, slipping on the mask of Tartaglia, the Eleventh Harbinger, and taking delight in violent diplomacy. But even fighting and bloodshed did little to satiate his longing for you; how much he wished to see your wonderful smile and that keen twinkle in your eyes, hear your lovely voice, cradle you in his arms and kiss your cheeks- Childe groans, burying his face in his hands. It makes him irritable, constantly yearning for you, and Foul Legacy is even worse. His Abyssal half is constantly clawing at the back of his mind, worrying his talons and whining as he asks why they haven’t seen you yet? Where are you? When will you be back? He wants cuddles something fierce, desperately seeking out the attention and affection you always give him only to find that you’re nowhere near. They’re both so lonely without you, only each other for company, and Childe has to physically bite his hand to prevent Legacy from simply snatching control of their body away and flying off to find you. With a sigh, the Harbinger wipes the blood from his blades, then his hands, and finally his face, ginger hair all wild and unruly. At the very least, today was when he would finally return home to Liyue. He never thought somewhere other than Morepesok could be considered home, but it turns out that “home” is wherever his heart is, and he gave it to you long ago to keep safe from everything that hurts.

Home… Childe’s mind drifts back to the house you both share, a small smile instinctively tugging at his lips. With a quiet snap of his fingers and a salute, his underlings are dismissed- they’ll be going back to the Fatui Headquarters in Snezhnaya. Childe, however, packs his supplies near the road back to the harbor city, waving the agents away, and the moment they’re out of sight his smile widens into a full-on grin, a delighted gleam in his azure eyes. 

Even just thinking about you seems to bring out the best in him, Foul Legacy chirping happily in the back of his head when Childe reassures him that yes, they’ll be seeing you again soon. If you’re done with that horribly long commission of yours, that is, which he’s sure that you are- even the most arduous never take up to three weeks. Despite being exhausted, he finds a spring in his step, dust swirling as his boots land against the dirt path. You, you, you- he’s going to see you again, his beloved and most treasured. Childe almost glows with energetic joy as he jogs, as if he never fell into the Abyss at all. His hand twitches, Foul Legacy begging and pleading to be let out after spending so long locked away, but Childe hushes him gently. You’ve said that you like it when he’s kind to Legacy and Legacy is kind to him- they are part of each other, after all, and you love both of them- so he tries to treat the monster as a friend rather than a weapon, and with a huff Legacy settles back down. Something faint and distant as the moon pierces the night, and Childe pauses, ears pricking. He tilts his head to listen, and for a moment he hears nothing but silence. Until- there, there! A scream! It’s far off, over the next hill, but unmistakably there. Even from a distance Childe can hear the desperation, the terror burning into his bones like a raging fire with a familiarity that makes him stop in his tracks.

No… no, it couldn’t be. It can’t be- Please, please let him be wrong- Childe’s feet carry him towards the sound, dread spiraling and twisting in his gut as another awful shriek rings out and he looks up, eyes widening. He was right. Oh, he was right, and he wishes he wasn’t, because it’s you. It’s you, gripping your weapon like a vice and covered in blood, expression filled with panic and fear and pain. It’s you, still in your adventurer’s gear, bag packed with whatever stupid, insignificant item the commission wanted. It’s you, surrounded by Fatui agents- not his, thank the Archons- the rest of them laughing and sneering. It’s you, hurt and scared and looking as if you’re about to collapse onto the ground and never rise. It’s you, and Childe’s veins freeze over with cold, splintering ice. You’re pressed against a ruined wall, swiping the blade in your hands at the soldiers, who merely snicker at your weakened attempts. The leader- one of those Electro vanguards with a giant hammer- smacks the weapon aside and seizes your arm, and you let out an involuntary yelp of pain as tears prick in your eyes. The yelp is all the motivation he needs, and Childe barely feels his restraint shatter like glass. They never even saw it coming, Foul Legacy throwing his spear and ripping the agents apart as fast as lightning, vibrant purple sparks searing the grass as he roars, driven only by wrath and fury. The vanguard who grabbed you so violently shouts in surprise and horror- then everything goes silent, apart from Legacy’s heavy breathing, claws dripping with blood. He exhales, curling his talons into fist with a tight crackling noise, letting out a low, guttural growl of rage. You bite down fiercely on your tongue, trying to stay quiet, but you can’t help but gasp in pain as the slashes in your body flare, and Foul Legacy’s anger burns away as quickly as a dying candle. He turns and rushes to you, chittering frantically, only to freeze when he sees you stiffen, petrified with fright. His chirps and trills lower to soft croons, gentle and sweet and familiar, crouching slowly to your height and holding out a hand. He tentatively inches forward, hand extended and palm up, claws curling delicately around your wrist when you desperately reach for him. “A-Ajax…?” Legacy’s Abyssal heart cracks, and he swiftly gathers you in his arms, whimpering and nudging his forehead against your cheeks as you cling to him and let out anguished, hitching cries. You suck in a breath when his talons ghost over a wound, and Legacy almost sobs with despair. Some part of him- the rational, trained soldier that is Childe- tells him to get you home, heal you, make sure that you’re well- he carefully gets to his feet, holding you close to his armored chest and adjusting your head so it’s pillowed by his lavender fluff. You shudder with pain again, and Legacy gently licks his tongue over the shallow scrapes on your face, cooing softly; with a flutter of his glimmering wings he takes to the sky, his arms cradling you like you’re made of crystal and gold.

He lands near your shared home not ten minutes later, hastily unlocking the door with the key he always sees Childe using. The house is quiet and a little dusty from being empty for so long, but your bed is as soft as ever as Legacy delicately lowers you down onto the mattress. Childe is the one who tells him what to do, again, guiding his claws to gently wrap your wounds with snow white gauze. None of them are fatal, and Legacy thanks his constellation with a grumbling sigh of relief. A quiet croon slips out when he sees you fading in and out of consciousness, sweetly cupping your cheek with a clawed hand- he’s shaking. Why is he shaking? He’s not the one who nearly died- but your hand comes up to weakly grasp his, and Legacy’s heart melts and breaks and patches itself up all over again.

Your lips twitch into a shaky smile, exhausted, your fingers resting on Legacy’s and soothing the minute trembles running through his body. The Abyssal creature- your wonderful, sweet Abyssal creature- blinks slowly at you, crystalline eye filled with tears that drip down his crimson face and pool in the divots of his mask as he fights to contain the sobs that threaten to break out, and when you reach up your other hand, covered in bandages, to caress his cheek, his breath hitches and he collapses into your arms, burying his head against your neck and weeping. In a whispered voice you coo and murmur and hum to him, repeated words of “it’s okay, I’m here, I’m okay”, and he tries so, so hard to do it back to you, his own sounds cracked and stuttering, something along the lines of “don’t leave, I miss you, I’m sorry”, or as close as he can say with a mouth made for biting and gnashing. Your hands lightly tug him closer- or rather, your hands tiredly loosen and he moves to follow them- until he’s close enough for you to press a soft kiss to his forehead. Legacy immediately purrs, tearful and whimpering, and your silent offer of lifting up the blanket is met with an instance moth monster at your side, curling around your body and holding you close. He’s careful not to squeeze you, trying to get as close as possible and mold his form around yours as you rake your hands through his fluffy coppery hair, drawing more deep, comforting rumbles from within his chest, the type he makes when you’re dreadfully ill.

Cats’ purrs are healing, so you’ve heard. Perhaps Abyssal beasts’ purrs are much the same. Slowly, your eyes begin to droop, and you yawn, exhausted and worn. Foul Legacy quietly nudges you, a croon of reassurance falling from his fanged maw, claws dancing over the wraps on your skin now stained brilliant red. It hurts, it hurts like fire- but you’re safe. Safe in your bed, and in Legacy’s arms, and the tension leeches from you and dissipates into nothing. You vaguely hear a soft melody, low and rumbling and familiar from when you’ve sung Foul Legacy to sleep, and the arms around you tighten ever so slightly as the sun finally dips beneath the horizon into the locked box of night. Two weeks, three days, eight hours, and thirty minutes. That’s how long Foul Legacy refused to let you out of his sight, even after your injuries had closed and healed.

[virfujiwara]

Any The Book Of Life (2014) enjoyers here? Ramble in the tags lol Reminder that commissions are open and I'm making art for your donations and we are raising money for an AAPI charity through this zine, if you or someone you know likes Watcher, check it out!

[hathorneheiress]

"Suspect has been in an abusive relationship but is the most optnimistic person ever."

Nash: "Where?!"

"Suspect has childhood PTSD, but dances like she was born to."

Grayson: Where?!"

"Suspect is thrown into a life of riches and threats, yet she is in incredibly smart."

Jameson: "Where?!"

"Suspect grew up in a strict environment but loves anything science related."

Xander: "Where?!"

[monacodarling]

Cant stop thinking about how paradoxical Charles and Max are I mean the narrative is there right but

Max growing up in a harsh condition—almost to the breaking point. Wanting nothing but to be the best. Conditioned to be alone. Used to being lonely.

Charles growing up in a loving family. Support from the family, having friends, growing up with different people hes still friends with today.

Max growing up under public scrutiny. Nothing like a famous father whose expectations you have to live up to. You can say he was born to race. That was his sole purpose.

Charles growing up wanting to be the best. The adoration and belief and faith from his family.

Max finally drawing boundaries with his own father. Christian and other people stepping in. Years of understanding. Finally in F1 in Red Bull.

Charles and his grief. One loss after the other. Finally in Ferrari, although a bit too late.

Max and his teammates—Carlos, and Daniel, and Pierre, and Alex, and Sergio. Some people he really start to let in, and be genuine friends. People like Lando start to come in. His demeanor slowly changes as people get to know him who he is and his love for animals.

Charles and his teammates—Seb and Carlos. Seb as someone who’s gotten to know what it’s like living with grief. Grief being a part of you. How much promises and faith weigh you down. Charles is very accessible. Kind and open to people. But he holds most at a distance. Like this is only where you get to only know me. This as far as you can go.

Max, doesn’t care what the public thinks, used to him being painted the villain, as someone who is angry and mad and raw all the time. But proves you can be as hungry and greedy as you can be, and only have a few people at your back. He’s fine with it. He’s used to be alone, he’s genuinely grateful of the people who’s been with him through thick and thin over the years. At the end of the day, he does things for himself. Because if being the best is his purpose in life, to make people happy, then that’s what he’s going to be. And if he’s tired of being the best, he can go because he knows there are people no matter who he is, they’ll be there.

Charles slowly suffering with the burden of the tifosi’s faith, his promise to Jules, his dad, to Anthoine. Charles wanting to be hungry and greedy but can’t stand of losing someone, of people abandoning him. Like I feel the more reckless and desperate he gets, it’s because he’s pushed by his own want. Sometimes what he needs to do and who he needs to be versus who he really is messes up his own vision of what he wants. He needs to be the best because it is a debt to be paid. And as long as it goes unpaid, he ignores the blood, he ignores the pain, he ignores the gnawing loss and sadness because he deserves it. He’s not winning, and he keeps on losing, and he is afraid if he’s unable to win, people will leave him. It’s either he leaves first, or he makes people leave, or in the end, he’s sure that people will leave him. He doesn’t know how to be alone.

Max with the faith in himself.

Charles’s faith of others towards him. Never from himself.

And I think that’s beautiful.

[s-rosie]

CRACK TIG HCS

these are some unhinged hcs my little rat i found in my restaurant stirred up for me last night. some of these are spicy so read at your own risk. i hope you like themmmm 💖 (warning- mention of sh but not actual sh)

rohan has absolutely no spice tolerance (makes sense bc he’s british and that food is plain lmao (no offense to british people)) so jameson eats spicy food and offers it to rohan to get on his nerves

every hawthorne had had an incident with making out in one of the hawthorne libraries it is a cannon event and cannot be stopped

max calls xander kitten and my prince

grayson once had hickeys on his neck and jameson went INSANE with the teasing and jokes (but grayson pointed out that he and ave always have love marks on them too so that shut him up lmao)

max is religious and oblivious, so once she had to go on her knees for something and she said sum like “it’s okay, i’m used to getting on my knees” and everyone started laughing

gigi accidentally took edibles instead of her vitamins so she got HIGH and i mean HIGH like she was running through the house in only a bra and a ballet tutu for some reason screaming cabinet battle #2 from hamilton

jameson is lactose intolerant but he sees it as a challenge, not a weakness

libby just randomly throws up and just goes on like it’s fine (think kindergartener)

nash saw marks on jameson’s wrists and thought he was doing sh and jameson assured him he wasn’t but nash wouldn’t take that as an answer and kept asking him about it until he told him the truth (it was marks from the handcuffs that avery used on him the night before)

avery puts bows in oren’s hair and makes him look like such a coquette queen

rebecca makes a bunch of different types of bread and takes out all of her anger kneading the dough

nash talks to his horses like they are holding a gun to his head bc he’s low-key afraid of them

alisa once ate a full tub of ice cream while watching barbie: life in the dream house bc she was depressed and no one knows about it

xander would always bang on the door when avery and jamie were making out or doing more 😏 bc he was just trying to be annoying so now oren has special instructions to not let xander get close to their door

max and xander send pictures of their shits to each other and they rate them from one to ten

thea once beat up a kid when she was in elementary school bc they stole her zebra cake

[xo-zozo]

maxine liu headcannons •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

a/n: she's actually so me ya'll don't understand. this was actually really easy to make because i feel like me and her are the same person. anyway, enjoy!

tags: @your-mommy-ems @arqbella @reminiscentreader @x-liv25-jamieswife @inmyheaddd

@alwaysthefangirl @clarissaweasley-10 @off-to-the-r4ces @annamatix @lyrakanefanatic

@123letsgobestie @hathorneheiress @midiosaamor @riddles-n-games

she loves making people gift baskets for every occasion

she's seen every popular tv show on netflix which makes her the best person to talk to about your interests

she loves all the marvel movies and she's so seen all of them in all of the different possible orders that you can watch them in

she has the most beautiful glowy skin a person has ever seen

she has a polariod camera and she is IN LOVE with it. she brings it to every social gathering and takes a bunch of pictures to put on her wall or in a photo book

she plays at least one instrument (probably piano and guitar because when she was little she wanted to be just like taylor swift)

she has the cutest wardrobe ever and she shops at every store at the mall

i'm pretty sure i've said this before but she's definitely the kind of person to have a huge collection of jellycats

she makes a vision board in journal every year and every resolution is usually abandoned by the 3rd week

she really wants her own little puppy but her parents never let her have one

she puts bows on everything (mainly grayson tbh)

she loves her a good pinterest board

she always cries her eyes out when she watches movies and shows even when they aren't sad, she usually just feels bad for the characters

she knows a lot about flowers and her favorites are lilies

she does her own nails and she usually has a new design for every month of the year

she loves little kids (and they love her) but she's not sure if she wants to have kids herself

she attempts to make those cute fruit bowls but then she makes them too cute and can't bring herself to eat them

she learns how to do her own hair in cute styles and then she teaches xander so he can do it for her

she likes yogert and eats one every morning but she hates the oil on top of it when you open it and haven't mixed it all up

her favorite fruits are blueberries and strawberries

she gets invested in the random tiktok drama and learns everything about it so that she can tell xander and avery about it later

the question of the day is what tv shows do you think that max would watch?

[elif-in-wonderland]

One look over Becca Bell’s page on FandomWiki….

Why on Earth is it written that Max Hastings THE ONE WHO DRUGGED AND RAPED HER is a love interest, an ex-fling?

Can we please stop turning abusers into love interests? It’s horrific to say that guy was a love interest. She didn’t have a fling with him HE DRUGGED AND RAPED HER!!!!!!

[clarissaweasley-10]

"Never lose your heart to a Hawthorne"

the entire fandom: ......

[adimouze]

Thinking about how they didn’t even have the guts to tell him it was his last race. Didn’t even tell him but the media knew. Then they shat over him and his legacy for two weeks unprompted and unasked. Killed his career but could not even do him the kindness of telling him. The only person by his side in that den of snakes was Max. So if Daniel wants to sell 333 shirts on COTA weekend and that’s the only thing he does this entire weekend with the most eyes on him?

Get. That. Bank.

[downrightbooks]

OH MY GOD!!!!!!😩

This definitely has to be the best quote of his in the entire series. I feel like he just has such a way with words.

Also quite possibly one of the best overall quotes in the entire series AHHH! (Besides “I would die to protect you. I would make you hate me to keep you save because damn it, Avery - some things are too precious to gamble”-Jameson Hawthorne)

[lanterns-and-daydreams]

How i think Avery greets everyone:

Oren:

Avery: *walks out the door and spots Oren* Oren!

Avery: *gives him a hug*

Oren: *trying his best not to smile*

_______________________________

Jameson:

Avery: *wakes up*

Avery: *sees him next to her*

Avery: *gives him kisses all over*

Jameson: *laughing and kissing her back*

_______________________________

Grayson:

Avery: *walks by him*

Avery:*stops and stares into his eyes*

Grayson: *stares back*

Avery and Grayson: *staring into each other's eyes, unblinking, for a few seconds*

Avery and Grayson: *aggressive nod*

Avery and Grayson: *going back to what they were initially doing*

_______________________________

Nash:

Avery: *sees Nash and runs up to him*

Avery: *engulfs Nash into the biggest hug she can*

Nash: *laughs and pats her head*

Avery: *tries to trip him bc "there's no playing dirty if you win"*

_______________________________

Xander:

Xander:

Avery:

[insert very fast and very complicated handshake]

_______________________________

Libby:

Avery: *hugs Libby*

Avery: I love you so much ifanyonehurtsyouIwillhireahitman. Good morning. ♥

Libby:

Libby: I love you too. Let's have breakfast together

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Max:

Avery: *from one end of the hallway* Max!

Max: *from the other end of hallway* Avery!

Avery and Max: *walking toward each other Dio and Jotaro style*

(i personally think Max watches anime and Avery finds it funny to make references)

_______________________________

Alisa:

Avery: Morning Alisa!

Alisa and Avery: *give each other a side hug*

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