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𝚓𝚘𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚘𝚗 (deduce) wrote in somerealityrpg,

"I used to care more." Joan's wardrobe at home was a mix of her more sophisticated looks, mixed with her more casual or daily looks, and then her mom style, which allowed her to really muck in with Arthur, playing in the yard or going to the park, not worrying about staining any of the couture that she had in her wardrobe.

Waiting as Wesley paid, Joan took in just how he met Elena and Damon, nodding slightly, "I was here a while before, I helped out a little with the clinic and what have you, and during the early stages of Elena's pregnancy." It felt odd to her, how she managed to leave and come back, not remember Goodland while she was home but have full awareness of her previous stay when she returned. "When I returned, we just slotted back into things." Especially once their sons became fast friends.

"I think, maybe, all together, it's been almost a year?" Long enough to consider them both good friends. "I think friendships here mean a little more, right?" They were so potentially fleeting, but also entirely impossible anywhere else.

Stepping out onto the street, Joan dropped her sunglasses back over her face, although the sun wasn't as blinding.