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"It honestly is," he laughed, "I get to play and learn at the same time, I call it a win-win" he grinned brightly. "Name's Ryan, by the way"

"you make it sound like the best job in the world, man." but it's not without his dangerous, adrian is well aware of that. without an escort, there wouldn't be anyone left to play in that mud, so to speak. he's just glad he's one of the people that can help give them the chance.

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"A bit but fear is only going to do so much," he explained with a shrug, knowing that he couldn't live his life in fear of the unknown. "Oh people are definitely taking advantage of this damn storm. I heard a store was broken into last night"

"You're not concerned?" he asked. "Certainly, there are people taking advantage of the storm. Then, there's people waiting in the wings, salivating for the chance to take advantage of the aftermath too."

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He cleared his throat as he wondered what this was about, having worn a suit he had hastily bought, happy that it looked as good as it did. Maybe the person selling it felt bad or pity for him but he really didn't care as long as he looked presentable. "No, no, not at all," he said with raised hands. "Can I ask what this is regarding?"

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"Mister Ronen." Adonis sits, his words crisp in his clean, almost immaculate suit. "I know I asked you for a private meeting, but I do hope the Council offices weren't too out of your way. Did you have any trouble getting here?"

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A friend. That was a nice word that he hadn't heard much since he got here. It was hard to make friends and open up when he didn't even know who he was if he was being quite frank. "Thanks," he breathed as he sat down and let his head fall back before turning to look at them. "How're you holding up?"

❝that's all I ask of you.❞ remarked khadijah fondly, grateful for any and all assistance. and while the influx of stragglers was nothing to cause worry—the amount of ingredients they had in storage left the chef scrambling. thankfully, they knew plenty of vendors who wouldn't mind offering up what they had. khadijah's goodwill once again coming in handy. ❝stay as long as you'd like. I'm not one to abandon a friend.❞

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"Laughing?" he said as he shot his head back to the two laughing individuals who quickly shut up when they saw the look in Enzo's eyes - him not at all pleased by their childishness. "C'mon," he said as he put on a shirt and jogged forward, "I'll walk you home"

Olivia was headed home after a day of work and found herself going by a construction site. She was used to the stares by now of people seeing her cat like features that couldn't help but stick out. It didn't bother her. When she saw one of the workers take off his shirt, even she couldn't help but look herself. ''Oh..it's um nothing..'' Now she was beet red. ''I thought I heard a couple of your workers laughing at me...so I stopped.'' Partially true.

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He raised a brow at the other's comment before raising his hand that showed off his wedding ring. "Not interested," he reassured the other - knowing that he had practically hit the wife jackpot and wouldn't just give that up for a moment of fun

"hey, don't get me wrong. i appreciate it either way." probably better for the world that enzo isn't dying horribly, either. max himself is indifferent—not his circus, not his monkeys. "i'm max. not on the menu right now, if that's what you were hoping. i'm just on drinks."

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"I don't like a lot of things so this probably won't change anything," he replied with a soft chuckle, not exactly lying to the other. "But please, I'm all ears"

"what the hell are you on about?" ezra snorts, shaking his head. "anyhow, i know exactly how to change that... but you're not gonna like the answer, mate. sure you want to hear it?"

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"Because you're supposed to buy those things, which he probably didn't," he shrugged nonchalantly, not caring enough to put any real thought into it. "You're very obvious with your footsteps, how could I not notice"

"why would he have to pay for it?" probably a question too riddled with ignorance to be solved in one conversation, but as he's the one going without, he doesn't see anything wrong with asking. "i didn't think you'd notice," he admits, shrugging. "sorry, i guess."

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"Penitentiary?" she both thought and asked with a tilt of her head, having never heard of that word before. "What's that? If you don't mind me asking," she questioned, wondering if she was even allowed to ask him such questions or if they were close enough where it was okay. "Yeah, it should, I luckily have running water in here so it's not that bad of conditions"

"that's nice of you to say," he says, slowly pulling himself up from the floor and moving to sit down beside her. the bed creaks and sinks beneath his weight, but doesn't break. once he's sure it will hold, fins finds it in himself to relax. it is more comfortable than the floor, he'll admit that. "i'm with a lot of other people in the penitentiary, but i spend most of my time there with my brother. what kind of garden do you have? is it going to be okay with the storm?"

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"Nursing," she said as she heavily turned her head to the other before chuckling. "You have no idea - I had to stitch this guy's butthole, it's something I wish I could forget"

Dakota fixed the shots and set them on the bar in front of the woman. ''I'm afraid to ask what you do for a job to have you like this. Do you want anything else with these shots?'' She asked with a smile. ''One of those days huh?''

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"Jesus, Momo," she laughed, having always found her friend's energy to be unmatched, which she loved to no end. "If things keep going the way they're going there'll be no food left," she teased

Momo clapped in delight for the greasy smile. She dove in as if she has never eaten in her life. She paused pushing the plae owards Mavi. "You have to eat silly."

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'It was, yeah' she replied, too big if she was being honest. That or there were so many people who knew about Mavi and her reputation that it just felt suffocating. And maybe it was her lost in thought but she wasn't even paying attention to him signing. 'Sorry, did you say something?' she asked, 'I got a little in my head, sorry again'

really? was that a big city, too? maybe the issue isn't population, but type—dragons aren't nearly as short-lived. or maybe it's a mixture. everything seems to have more than one answer.

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"And I'm older than you so I kind of can," he was quick to reply, almost childishly, as his smirk matched hers. It had been awhile since he had felt that there weren't many things to worry about and right now was one of those rare moments. "Oh - you didn't -" he sighed, "have the drink"

“ I'll judge you if I want to. You don't tell me what to do, ” Martha squinted at him, feigning aggression, even as her playful smirk betrayed her intention. As soon as he relinquished the cup, she shifted her attention toward it, grinning from ear to ear, as if she had just achieved an important victory. She sniffed it for a bit before taking a taste by dipping her tongue into the liquid, “ You found me in the wastelands. You owe me to owe you dinner. ” @freshcir

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"You'd be surprised, we're just big supervised kids playing in mud," he replied with a laugh, knowing there was way more to it but it was easier for him to bring himself down

"i don't know about that. you ever heard of anyone dumb in archeology?" there are probably examples, and plenty of them... but most are lost to time by now. very little has remained.

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"Again, not dying, just sympathetic for your cause," he reassured the other as he extended a hand out. "Name's Enzo, I've seen you here the last few times I've been here but have yet to get more than a handful of words in"

"don't i know it." he rarely gets such pleasant tips these days. a couple dollars is common, but none is even more so. service is expensive enough, people think. they're right, but that doesn't make him any less irritated about it. "the tip. people who are dying sometimes give everything away. just making sure, man."

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He jumped slightly as someone barged into his office and, slowly putting the book down, greeted her with a soft smile. "Morning to you too," he said as he positioned himself so he'd be more comfortable. "What job did they give you?"

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"This fucking SUCKS, man!" she barges into the room, "They gave me an office job. Can you believe that?"

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Normally he was fairly level-headed but when it came to his daughter and wife? He'd lose composure for them in an instant, and not knowing where his daughter was in a storm like this sent him on a mental tangent of all the bad places she could be at. "I don't want you leaving the house, Garcelle, I don't need you getting hurt"

garcelle merely hummed in response, her palms pressed against enzo's muscular back as she worked to calm the panicked therapist. nothing good ever came from pessimism, especially in a crisis like this. so, she had to remain the level headed of the two. ❝let's try asking around first. I'm sure someone's been in contact with her.❞ suggested the siren, not wanting to brave the ash storm unless it was necessary.