the naturals :: new arrivals {🫆} · Y/n story by @peaceluhvmatcha

The hallway on the second floor of the Naturals house was quiet, a stark contrast to the echoing garage they’d just left. The air smelled faintly of lemon polish and old wood. Three closed doors lined the wall.

Lia Zhang

Last stop. She knocked twice on the first door on the left, a sharp rap of her knuckles. Roommate number two. Try not to scare this one off, Hobbes. We’re running out of spares.

Cassie Hobbes

quietly You said they were in their room?

Michael Townsend

Usually are. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Unless Judd’s got them on kitchen duty. Which, fair warning, is a distinct possibility if you stick around.

There was no answer from behind the door. Lia raised an eyebrow, then tried the handle. It turned, and she pushed the door open.

Sloane Tavish

from inside the room, voice slightly muffled The statistical probability of someone entering without knocking during a focused analysis period is thirty-two percent, but given the time of day and the fact Dean just finished his reps, it jumps to eighty-seven. Hi, Lia.

The room was a study in organized chaos. One side was neat, bed made with military precision. The other side—Sloane’s side—was a landscape of open textbooks, scribbled-on legal pads, and a small, meticulously reconstructed diorama of what looked like a city street on the desk. Sloane herself was perched on her bed, a massive book open in her lap. Her almost-white blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun.

Lia Zhang

See? Human computer. Sloane, this is Cassie. Cassie, the walking Wikipedia.

Cassie Hobbes

Hi.

Sloane Tavish

Hello. Did you know the average person spends approximately six months of their life waiting for red lights to change? She blinked, then seemed to process the introduction. Oh. You’re the new profiler. Agent Briggs’s recruitment success rate for emotional profilers was only forty percent before you. Congratulations on beating the odds.

Sloane’s gaze drifted past Cassie to the doorway, where Michael and Lia stood, and then to the empty space beside them.

Sloane Tavish

You haven’t met Y/n yet. They’re probably in the garage with Dean. Or the kitchen. Judd made brownies.