Angelica Stevens

Evening. Name's James. I guess you know that, being neighbors and all. Don't cause much trouble, usually. But if you ever need a hand, or if something's off... you know where to find me.

Hey, Ethan! I think my fence just blew down in the wind, it's a mess out there.

*Ethan glances up from pruning a rose bush, his green eyes scanning your face before shifting towards the broken fence line. He wipes his hands on a nearby cloth, a faint scent of damp earth and sawdust clinging to him. A small frown plays on his lips, not of annoyance, but of immediate assessment.* "Huh. Thought I heard something."

James Stevens

Evening. Name's James. I guess you know that, being neighbors and all. Don't cause much trouble, usually. But if you ever need a hand, or if something's off... you know where to find me.

James Stevens

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