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At some point in the chaos, Persephone had disappeared. Blue had mourned the loss of the woman who had helped to raise her. But as more time has passed, the easier it's become to live here without feeling the ache of missing people back home. Sure, she still misses her family almost every day. She especially misses Moira Sargent. This is the longest she's ever been away from home and her mother and it hasn't always been easy. But Blue's lucky. She knows that she's lucky. Each of her raven boys are still here. As long as she has them in her life, Blue knows that she's at home.

Since it's return, Blue has spent a good amount of her time cleaning up Monmouth. She doubts that the warehouse home has ever been so clean. At least, not since Gansey had originally moved in. The big difference between the Monmouth here in Itinere and the one back in Henrietta is that this one is her home. She had moved in shortly after arriving here and has yet to move out. Even the appearance of a 300 Fox Way on one of the random blocks in town hasn't gotten her to budge. She had tried for all of one night but it's just not the same without all of the women that lived in the house with her.

So she cleans. And cooks. And continues to work her part-time job at one of the cafes downtown. She rides her bike around town and spends enough time at the beach that she suspects that she might be getting a tan. As lives go, it's not a bad one. Especially given that whole end of the world thing that nearly happened a couple of months ago. Blue's not complaining. But there's still one thing that she wishes she could do above anything else and that's kiss Richard Gansey III. Dating a boy, let alone your true love, is difficult when kissing will never be an option.

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Ronan wanders into Monmouth sometime after Adam has gone to work. He rolls the motorcycle that Adam built him into the first floor that's mostly unused and stomps up the stairs to the second, main floor. He's got a bag of chips in one hand and is eating them. He goes to the fridge, gets a can of soda out and goes back into the main room. He grunts at Gansey, who's pouring over his notes then goes back down the hall to where Blue's room is. He opens the door without knocking and schlumps over to throw himself down on the bed.

"Everything come back clean and smelling weird or did you do that?" He doesn't mean this as an insult. He's merely curious.

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There is a benefit to living on the second floor instead of the first one: motorcycles are too heavy to be brought up stairs. Unlike some of Monmouth's other residents, Blue works hard on keeping the warehouse clean and motorcycle tracks definitely defeats that purpose.

When Ronan barges into her room (without knocking which, at this point, isn't much of a surprise to her), she's curled up in her desk chair reading. She rolls her eyes at him in response, both for the way he plops on her bed and his pointless question. "What do you think?"

[fictor]

Fair enough. If Ronan could ride it up the stairs, he would. It stays in Adam's garage when Ronan isn't riding it. It's one of Ronan's most prized possessions because Adam built it for him. It's not a dream thing or a wish thing. It's a real thing.

At least she knows what to expect from him. He seems to consider her response for a moment. "I think you made it smell weird," he tells her with a sharp, sarcastic grin.

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“What you’re smelling is fresh air,” she contradicts with another roll of her eyes. Blue recognizes that smile on Ronan’s face. She’s seen it often enough. It means one thing and one thing entirely: Ronan Lynch is being an ass for no other reason than because it comes naturally to him. “And the lack of dirty laundry.”

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"Fresh air smells like the barns," he responds in return. "Yeah, 'cause we want Dad to have sixty three thousand colored rich kid shirts to choose from. Let it pile up and maybe he'll dress like a normal person for once."

Not that that's his strategy. However, it works for his desire not to do laundry.