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[Michael Beech]

Michael didn’t know much about his birth family with just scraps of information that he couldn't really trust. He had no photographs, no memories and no one who could really tell him anything of value. But he had a name. And one item that was a small locket with a family crest on it. That name and single possession had led him here to a shop. From what little he’d managed to piece together, this was where his mother might’ve worked and maybe still did for all he knew. Or maybe it was nothing at all. It was hard to let himself hope, and even harder to stay calm now that he was here.

Wrapped in a coat to protect from the cold afternoon, Michael hovered outside the door. His fingers reached for reassurance in his pocket, finding the locket as he decided what to do. He could go in. Just open the door and ask. But the nerves held him outside for at least a little longer.

 

[James Michaels]

James was pretty insistent on keeping up his weekly visits with his uncle Chal. He loved the tea, he worshipped the man, it was all around just a great time. He'd just finished one of his visits, humming to himself as he strolled back down the steps and out the front door- only to find a kid on the doorstep. James stopped himself just in time, keeping himself from running into the poor boy. "Oh!" He stepped back, an easy smile slipping onto his face. The kid looked mildly familiar, but he couldn't place it. "Sorry bout that," James apologized, his Irish accent thick. "You lookin' for uncle Chal? He's upstairs," He stepped back to let the kid in.