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[thethirteenthchild]

Towards the end of the work day, Dahlia bumps Radar lightly with her elbow to get his attention as she's making her way out. "Wanna grab something to eat before we head home for the day? There's something personal I wanted to talk to you about. Nothing bad, just don't need the whole office hearing."

Early November, after the Casino

[hate_gettin_older]

At the Black Stag Casino, Edgar finds himself ... not quite worried, but uneasy. He couldn't help noticing that Radar wasn't assigned to the room with him and Rambo; it took longer than he expected to find out where he was instead, or to even catch a glimpse of him. And the fact that he barely at all saw him outside the VIP suites ...

Well. They're back at the ranch now, and Radar doesn't seem like he's been through anything particularly bad. But that doesn't stop Edgar from trying to keep an eye on him, even if he isn't exactly worried.

november, sending stone.

[abhorrently]

Radar? When you're free, I need your help with something.

[if she sounds stressed, don't worry about it.]

givingstide

[lovethyneighb_or]

Snuggled inside the box is two jars of jam, both apple. Also folded inside is a sturdy bag sewn together from repurposed cloth, the body striped, the straps patterned with something that looks akin to decorative tiling. There are pockets on the outside with button fasteners and more pockets on the inside, including a few very narrow ones that look fitted for pencils.

Merry Christmas and happy Givingstide, Radar!

Remember that bravery and courage do not need to be paired with violence or anger. You are a very, very brave young man, and I cannot tell you enough how glad I am to see you come into your own outside the war. Thank you, always, for being my friend.

With love,
Mulcahy