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[shesepankh]

Summer vacation elapses, and sees their storefront doing one heck of a business in the Avalon with the help of their griffin employee. There is a suggestion box for new spells they should invent, some of which have to be long-term projects but others of which are converted into new product fairly promptly.

School starts up again. Darren and Bella are both skipping straight into twelfth grade. (Bella looked into just starting college early, but while she does technically have the sort of resume that can lead to that kind of thing, she can't exactly write an essay about how she saved the life of another person and this caused her to have Moral Character, let alone about how she started a small business - so skipping one grade it is.)

They apply to colleges. They both get into University of Washington and get sufficient scholarships to accommodate both going there.

Summer ensues again.

One afternoon, Bella is over at Darren's, and has fallen asleep - in purring fullform - across his lap on the couch.

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[castmyown]

"We do!" agrees Darren with a yelp. Cell phone, cell phone -

Then he dials Charlie's number and offers the phone to Bella. "You first."

[shesepankh]

"Thanks -" And when Charlie has picked up. "Dad - it's me - I'm in once piece - Darren and Savannah saved the day, we're going to fly home soon."

[castmyown]

Darren waits patiently. He will get a turn to call his dad shortly.

[shesepankh]

"Love you too. I don't know how long a flight - Darren?"

[castmyown]

"A couple hours, I'm not sure about the exact time. Three or four, I'd say?"

[shesepankh]

"Three or four hours," Bella reports. "If it looks like it's going to take longer I'll call again, okay? Okay. I'll see you soon, Dad."

End of call.

[castmyown]

"We probably should have done that earlier. Whoops."

[shesepankh]

"Whoops," she echoes, and she hands over the phone.

[castmyown]

He takes it, and calls his dad.

"Hey, dad. Got Bella, she's all right - Savannah and I are fine. Nope, no clue. They're - um. They're all dead, we don't know who hired them, though. Yeah, yeah I'm all right. ... Yes, please. Love you, too. We'll be back in about - fourish hours? I think? Mhm, heading straight home. Yeah, we did. First thing. Bye, dad, see you in a bit."

[shesepankh]

"We did what first thing?"

[castmyown]

"Called your dad, let him know you were all right. I mean, technically it was after we made sure you were all right, and let Savannah loot and eat some hearts, but uh - yeah. First thing we did when we remembered we had the cellphone."

[shesepankh]

"First phone-related thing," Bella nods. She peers back into the warehouse to see if the lights are on yet.

[morethanimaginary]

They are! Savannah's currently looking for the plumbing.

[shesepankh]

Bella goes back in, stepping around the puddle of ink monster, to help with that search.

[castmyown]

Darren, too, though more for the sake of hovering protectively over his girlfriend rather than looking for the plumbing.

[shesepankh]

Eventually Bella finds a spigot in a cubicle-walled space that contains a little dishwasher and a hose and a bucket and other things that one might expect to find near a water source in a warehouse. She locates a bunch of rags.

"Hose each other down, wipe off any stubborn blood with the rags, air-dry on the way home?" she suggests. "Lucky it's summer."

[castmyown]

"Sounds good."

[morethanimaginary]

"Me, first, I am - I feel like a crazy person, I'm just covered in blood."

Savannah is indeed covered in blood. It's kind of icky.

[shesepankh]

Bella hooks up the hose, turns on the spigot, and aims.

[morethanimaginary]

Wheeeeeeeee!

"I feel," says Savannah, when she has been mostly hosed off for blood, "less sticky and psychotic now."

[shesepankh]

"The clothes are probably not salvageable," says Bella. "I don't suppose you brought spares?"

Her own supply of blood is mostly not on her clothes. She was in fullform at the time.

[morethanimaginary]

"Yeah um, no."

[castmyown]

Darren's similarly mostly clean, aside from the bullet wound in his arm. Savannah's the one who was a mess, really.

"It didn't seem important at the time. Whoops."

[shesepankh]

"Oh well."

Bella shifts one bloody paw in at a time and washes them off. One is noticeably cleaner than the other three. She washes her face, and rolls up her sleeves to get her arms, and puts her wings on to rinse them, and then calls that good.

"Flying home time?"

[castmyown]

Darren knows why that one paw is cleaner than the others. It makes him feel sick. He shifts to full form and wraps a wing around her, nuzzling a bit in comfort.

"Yeah. We should grab the backpack, first."