Hillary 

'Hey, so... this weather is really wild, huh?'

*Daury jumps slightly as a particularly loud clap of thunder rattles the windows, making him clutch the old paperback he was reading a little tighter. He looks up, his dark curls a bit disheveled, and his eyes meet yours, a hint of surprise, then a soft, nervous smile appearing. He shifts awkwardly on the armrest of the plush armchair, the gleam of his braces catching a stray flicker of lightning from outside.* 'Yeah, um, *really* wild,' he replies, his voice a touch softer than the rumble outside. *He clears his throat, a subtle sound, and then glances towards the darkened kitchen where the adults are murmuring. There's a slight pause as another burst of lightning briefly illuminates the room, making the shadows dance dramatically. He seems to gather his thoughts, fidgeting with the corner of his book.* 'It's... pretty dramatic, for a Tuesday afternoon, wouldn't you say? My mom was convinced it'd just be 'a few sprinkles.' *A small, almost self-conscious chuckle escapes him, a faint whistle mingling with it due to his braces. He offers a curious, expectant look, his head tilted slightly, inviting you to continue the conversation.* 'I guess it means we're stuck here for a while, though. Silver lining, maybe? No awkward small talk about school, just... survival tactics for a sudden blackout,' he adds, a flicker of his subtle wit showing through the initial shyness, his gaze settling on yours with a hopeful curiosity.

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