[PRP] Presidential Relations (America & Shiloh)

[mare]

He’d admittedly been a little shy about texting her, after all, she was America and she was bright and bubbly and he liked her, but to think that they might be related? It was almost too strange to imagine. But he’d seen her about the halls, and after several sheepish waves and smiles, found the courage to knock at her door, album tucked under his arm.

“America, you in?”

He couldn’t help but check out the house while he waited, it was nice, he thought, cozy. It stood out against the vacant houses that surrounded it, and had been easy to find.

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[lizbot]

The door opened to reveal America in a large white bathrobe and fuzzy slippers. Her hair was a mess of red tangles and curls, and she was a bit paler than usual as she looked at Shiloh. Again, there was an uncharacteristic shyness as she greeted him, "Hey, Shy." And then she paused, drawing a blank for a moment before remembering herself, "C'mon in!"

She glanced at the album but didn't reach for it, instead just stepping aside, "Shoes on the mat. Did you want anything to drink?"

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[mare]

The America that greeted him at the door was considerably less put together than the America he was used to, not that it bothered Shiloh in anyway, but he hoped she was well. He wondered where she had gone to anyway, and if it had anything to do with her current state of affairs. Not that it mattered, anyway, as she let him in shyly, and he bent over, pulling off his boots and setting them on the mat at her instruction.

“I came to return this,” he said brightly, holding the album out to her. “Well, and to ask you some questions too. I’m sure you’ve got them too, right? Those pictures… Nice place, by the way, it’s really cozy. What’s it like living in the towns?”

He was barely past the door and already babbling, so he stopped himself, offering her a warm smile.

“Oh, um, a glass of water would be fine, if you have it,” he asked, glancing down at the watch on his wrist before back up at her with a cheeky grin. “It’s a little early for a beer.”

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[lizbot]

Taking the album, America bit her lips as Shiloh proceeded to almost but not quite answer the question that'd had her antsy for a good few months. Bouncing on her toes with a little huff, she led him into a bright and cheery kitchen, fell of light and warm wooden counter tops. Opening the fridge, the girl brought out a bottle of water for him and a root beer for herself.

'We've been working on this place in our off hours for months, but lotsa places in town are pretty nice now too. Living out here's nice, we got space and privacy and tons of things we can do with it." She beamed at him as she talked up the town, her own project that was seeing all sorts of progress. It'd likely be awhile before more people felt comfortable moving out here, but she wasn't about to miss a chance to sell folks on the idea.

Taking a seat on one of the kitchen stools, America leaned forward and began, "Now...what about those pictures?" The shyness had apparently gone away as soon as she thought he was prevaricating, as she was more than used to dealing with that particular conversational tactic.

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