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seijinnohi | wifey

      she WAS glad that he had healed up again. unlike immortals, james was someone who would be affected by greater injuries for the rest of his life, be it through scars or lasting manners such as bones growing back together awkwardly. it was relieving that he seemed perfectly fine again, had her matching his grin, voice melodic and light and overall left her rather bubbly— as per usual. fingers found the collar of his shirt, played with it briefly before she tapped one against his neck, head tilted lightly and a chuckle escaping her. ❝ OR we can do both. as a treat for resting well and getting all healed up again, hm ?~  ❝

            He couldn’t wait to go back to work, partly because he had grown sick & tired of the couch & the walls of the apartment & partly because he still felt guilty that he had leeched off of his brother for a month & a half. He knew he would have gladly worked double if Ethan had been the one hurt yet his stubbornness prevented him from seeing it as such. For now, though, while he was still on sick leave, he will devote his time to spoil both his twin & Rue for all they have done. Fingers still continued to run along her sides, enjoying the feeling of cloth beneath his tingling tips, though he would have loved to trace skin instead.  ❛ Nah, If anyone’s getting treated it’s you. So! What does the beautiful lady wanna do? Seriously I’m all yours now, go wild. ❜

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seijinnohi | wifey

       ❝ yay~ ❝ she hummed amidst all the spinning and grinning, settling with a few bounces on the spot, a little too happy with the idea of overall MOVING to stand still right away. still, her fingers soon press against his chest, draw little patterns over his shirt as she beamed up at him and gently poked his shoulders when he spoke. ❝ sweet~ think of all the cool things you can do again now— OH ! we can come up with a secret handshake now ! yes. ❝

               He felt a little easier, both figuratively and literally without that damn thing weighing him down, his arm feeling practically brand new & with extra energy to spare from his days doing practically nothing, he was buzzing to spend it on something, anything he could & what better way to do it than with the cutie that had gone through it all with him? The fingers of his right hand appreciatively ran a line up & down her sides, his smile turned a bit more cheeky as he pressed his forehead against hers.  ❛ Weeell-- I was thinking somethin’ a little bit more involved than a handshake but that will do, too. ❜

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         If possible, his grin widened throughout her giggles & he spun around twice more for the sake of it all before he set her back down. Taking the hand on the back of his head into his, he spun her twice around as well before he stopped her with both hands back on her waist.  ❛ Guess who’s all patched up again! ❜

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seijinnohi | wifey

     contact : fave hubbo <3

[ txt ] leave him to it~ he’s really sweet but doesn’t loosen up v easily :/ [ txt ] pffff nope~ [ txt ] i mean it’s more of a case of being curious! [ txt ] i like bright people for example! they’re best to hang with :3 [ txt ] but my last bf was a total bummer! [ txt ] so i guess you got a point about types being kinda useless :/ [ txt ] aw you’ll make me blush ;P :*

contact : wifey ♥♥

[ msg ] also things i realised [ msg ] he is p cool  [ msg ] if a lil grumpy but tbh he looks like he gets one hour of sleep a day [ msg ] bright ppl are the best but like sometimes u wanna chill with someone a lil more quiet [ msg ] ew bummers [ msg ] aww i bet that’d be p cute [ msg ] i wanna see that so one day i’m gonna

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seijinnohi | wifey

      contact : fave hubbo <3

[ txt ] nope~ he’s preeeeetty serious [ txt ] hm well looks like you got a good job :P [ txt ] kinda difficult to find a type for u in that case though! [ txt ] we’re like MILES apart lmao

contact : wifey ♥♥

[ msg ] noticed that [ msg ] wouldn’t trade it for the world~ [ msg ] who needs a type? are cool ppl a type? [ msg ] tru. tbf u are my favourite so far ♥

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seijinnohi | miss bubbly 

      she would be lying if she said this did not worry her. of course she was upset he was hurt, because they exchanged affections and pleasantries, because he was nice and warm and anyone in her place would be worried— she would go through the same if theresia or nat ended up hurt ( there was a special little something reserved to whoever would lay a finger on her brother, however ), too. she would make sure to stop by the bar, too, to persuade the owner to be gentle with him— hand a bundle of cash under the counter and tell him that there was MORE if he would be so kind as to consider it a means of holding his spot for him and to make up for any potential loss, of course. for the time being, she was very much busy giving the other affection. she was OLD, after all, and even if she was bubbly and young in terms of IMMORTALITY, she was still much older than him, and much more worn. ❝ be more careful, ❝ she responded softly, though there was a hint of seriousness carried along those words that was not terribly like her. still, she gave him a grin, ran her fingers through his hair and pressed her cheek against his. ❝ —-and pancakes! which i’ll make later, actually~ ❝

            JAMES WAS NOT naive. He knew his situation was terrible and mostly unexplainable to Rue without lying to her about the circumstances surrounding his assault. He was reckless, had been cocky when he targeted the man and looking back at it now, he had acted assuredly even when facing danger. would he have gotten off easier had he not fought back? Possibly. But just the mere thought of having taken every hit the other would send his way without retaliating in some way had caused him to press his lips together tightly and swallow a growl that formed in his throat. He could not even respond to Ruriko’s request with his usual quip but rather a sombre expression and a solemn nod, followed by a quick kiss against her forehead. He will be more careful, cautious but he was certain even with this experience under his belt, he could not completely give up his hobby. Shuffling closer to her on the couch, he dragged his fingers through her colourful hair and beamed at her suggestion, nodding enthusiastically.  ❛ Sounds like heaven. Before the grump gets home though. He’ll complain again about my lack of veggie intake and trick me into eating healthy shit. Hey. thanks for sticking around lately. You didn’t have to but I appreciate your company a lot. Sure saved me from that depression slump being chained up here alone would have brought me. ❜

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seijinnohi | miss bubbly

      she was entirely convinced james was the sassy, cheeky kind, bright but full of himself— something she could live with easily– but this time around, she deemed the request for affection an earnest one, having her gladly obliging. a few more kisses to his cheek then, lips split into a grin. ❝ you’re preeeeeetty lucky, not gonna lie, ❝ she hummed gently, her other arm slung around the backrest, fingers gently tugging at some of the hair at the back of his head as she stole a few soft, unmoving kisses, hardly far away from little pecks.

             She was a true blessing in these trying times where he was reduced to the use of only one hand, having him feel pretty damn useless half the time. Coupled with the fact that the long period of healing meant that he was likely to lose his job, that he couldn’t keep up with his programming side job either and that he was practically living off of Ethan for the next two months or so meant that James’ usually chipper mood turned sour. Ruriko’s general presence in the apartment helped more than he could put into words, the fact that he could turn to her for comfort meant even more. He found himself in debt to her, swimming in appreciation and affection he had to offer and could receive in turn. It had him smiling into the kisses she gave him, turn him playful one more which caused him gently catching her lower lip between his teeth and pulling on it,  ❛ Mh, yeah. I scored pretty sweetly. Now I just gotta be a good hubby so you’ll stay. What does my wifey want, hm? ❜

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            Content with catching her attention, James released a soft, pleased hum once she turned towards him, his good arm placed over her legs as he let her warm kisses wash over him.  ❛ Man, ❜ He sighed, letting his fingers trail the length of her thighs to her waist before he dragged her form a little closer, as close as his injured arm would allow.  ❛ Am I the luckiest man alive to find the best wife? ❜

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seijinnohi | miss bubbly

      contact ; fave hubbo <3

[ txt ] :lll [ txt ] but revenge >:k [ txt ] i know uwu [ txt ] i’ll get some fried noodles with chicken then!! [ txt ] i can give u loving alright ;) [ txt ] only the non painful kind tho [ txt ] but lots of that!

        contact : wifey

[ msg ] dude [ msg ] no [ msg ] i just want to stay the fuck away from this asshole [ msg ] best wife <3 [ msg ] get lots of it too [ msg ] i’m keeping u here for a while [ msg ] and i bet the grump will want some too [ msg ] non-painful kind of loving would be appreciated yes [ msg ] and i’ll make sure u get lots of affection out of it 

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seijinnohi | miss bubbly

      contact ; fave hubbo <3

[ txt ] WHAT [ txt ] who was it [ txt ] ill fuck them up >:l [ txt ] oh baby of course i’ll come over for affection!!! [ txt ] do u want me to bring candy? [ txt ] or like any takeout?

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[ msg ] no [ msg ] absolutely not [ msg ] no one’s going anywhere near that psycho [ msg ] aw man, u’re the best [ msg ] i could go  for some fried noodles rn [ msg ] but mostly some lovin’

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seijinnohi | miss bubbly

      if people THERE already took her as oddly direct and shameless, they certainly had no idea what kind of reputation she had had back home before she left. she flung herself at people these days, the jesting proposal too often more of an excuse to see if she was dealing with someone as humourous as herself and partly to have an excuse for more physical contact. james would get his own joking proposal in due time– though it did cross her mind to find an ACTUAL spouse at one point or another, just because married life sounded so appealing, even if she would be widowed sooner or later. it had always seemed like her father had been lacking it. the raised hand was gladly grazed with her own, a high-five given that would likely not be the last for the evening. ❝ i know right ? man, from experience, most people are gonna say YES, though i’m pretty sure the whole ring thing to seal the deal gets lost in it. ❝ a few small nods given at that, before she grinned once more, hands on his shoulder and she promptly jumped up, legs wrapping around his middle, ankles locked behind his back and arms loosely draped around his neck. ❝ wanna skip to the honeymoon ? ~ ❝

              ’Jackpot,’ was the only thought that ran through his head the moment her palm met his in a high-five, a grin splitting his lips wider. She was positive, vibrant both in personality and in exterior and someone he could definitely hang with even after they've had sex -- a friend met in a one night stand was unusual but James would be the last one to complain about it. ❛ I'm sure I have one of those huge sugar rings lying around. ❜ He mused, quickly wrapping his arms around her once she jumped onto him, pleased that she did in the first place as he had every intention of picking her up himself before that. He chuckled, walked further into the apartment and towards one of the walls, pinning her gently against one before he placed a teasing kiss to the corner of her lips. ❛ Ouh, skipping the boring bit and jumping straight to the fun parts. Would be stupid of me to complain about that~ ❜  He said, his hand trailing down her back and resting over her rear right before he closed the distance between them and stole a loose kiss from her lips. 

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yulanjie | shit. fuck.

      after BURNING, being torn apart and scattered, locked away and placed in conditions that were far beneath those a living being required, yulan had LOST most care for pain. some was sharper than others, though he mostly reacted to the exhaustion of it, the speeding pulse and ragged breathing rather than flinching and crying out at real pain. since he had met sam alone had he been impaled by a bloody PIPE without considering it more than an inconvenience, an unfortunate twist.

      he had NO idea who he was messing with. he thought a lot of THEM would be kinder than him, even adrian would likely STOP right then, let him off with a messed up wrist at most, but he was not known to be just that. he had KILLED over less than an attempt at stealing his own belongings. maybe he would kill this one, too. this was FAR from over, however. the way he seemed to sink down was almost disappointing– such a reaction from something that would only draw a growl from yulan himself. he could, however, work with it. the wrist was from the knee-jerk earlier. next up was payback for his foot. after that, the scratch that he could feel gently pulsating by his cheek. he let him move down, dug his hand into the other’s hair and held him up, at the very least on his knees. a few steps and he was in front of him. a pause, and he struck at his cheek, holding him in place, considering the act more as an interlude to what he had in mind rather than a step of his plan. a moment later, he moved to his side again, hand slipping from his hair, instead moving to his shoulder, gripping it tightly while a free hand took a hold of his wrist once more. in one swift motion, he brought his knee forth, pushed it against his elbow, only releasing his wrist once he believed to have succeeded in causing another fracture.

                HIS THOUGHTS THEN turned jumbled, messy and disoriented, half thinking of a broken way to escape and half filled him with dread, regret and quiet, inward whimperings over things he hadn't yet said, hadn't experienced. The tides of pain pushing through his arm took most of his thinking space, affected his body in ways he hadn't felt before, feeling both cold and hot as he shook through the unfamiliar agony that waved through his being. Vision darkened over the edges, he seemed to only be able to focus on the dark puddle by the wall, the crack that lined through most of it and the smell of gasoline coming from the street. 

         Knees hit the ground and he felt small, chipped pieces of concrete dig through his jeans into the hard bone, lips turning into a snarl once his hair was grabbed and he tugged harshly against the grip, trying desperately to cut free one more time before the situation would escalate. He was too weak and his assailant too much like a demon to fight him and his head too dizzy to move away the split second he had been freed. As if a lightning had struck him once his wrist was gripped again, he howled in pain, one that turned into a hoarse cry of pain the moment his knee cracked through his bone. He felt it burn again, felt the bone snap underneath the pressure, his arm feeling disjointed and odd even without seeing the odd angles it presented. He panted, words, pleads, threats and curses lying thickly on his tongue but he felt his own heart beating in his throat, closing off his vocal chords for sounding for anything else but whimpers and panted groans. 

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yulanjie | shit. fuck.

      unlike the OTHER, yulan was NOT easily caught. it had been centuries, many, many centuries since any third party had witnessed him having a go at a mortal and lived to tell of it. perhaps the only larger group knowing of his existence and what he had done was his FAMILY, and he would always struggle to find just what informed them of it, their pathetic lips sealed so TIGHTLY that even when faced with death none had told him yet. no matter, his thoughts ought to remain on the thief at his hands.

      he had no desire to be slow. after all, he was still on the clock. adrian wanted him back in his office soon enough but he would gladly drag this on until he would receive a call from his impatient employer. pain soon surged through his foot, causing him to merely shift his weight onto the other, the nails that soon scraped his cheek BARELY a nuisance. alas, it motivated him to stay true to his words, and to prove that he would do so. while releasing his throat finally, he twisted the wrist his fingers were yet curled around, took him by the shoulder and spun him swiftly, putting a considerable amount of force into the act of pressing him against the wall with his chest instead, wrist pressed against his back, his other hand pushing his shoulder against the wall to keep his arm relatively still. a brief pause and he grabbed the thief’s hand, bending it backwards before pushing more strongly at once, effectively breaking his wrist.

            WHATEVER THE MAN was, it was not human. A marble statue perhaps, immovable, steadfast in the position without so much of a flinch no matter how much strength James put in his defences. A normal human being should have flinched at least, moved backwards, loosen his grip enough for him to slip through but this... thing, whatever it was held him firmly in position and THAT alone was enough to strike true terror through the youth. He had never believed in the supernatural but something about this man struck him as off-putting, odd, something that should not be there. 

                         it made him want to escape all that more. 

     But before he could do anything anew, he was turned and pushed against the wall, head striking the hard concrete of the building enough to blur his vision, have him hiss in pain. His arm was twisted into an odd position that was uncomfortable at best but a tight, nauseating feeling led him to believe the discomfort would soon turn into something far worse -- and he was right, though nothing could prepare him for the anguish that would follow. His wrist was pushed back, the tightness setting into his bones as his hand moved further into the opposite direction.  His breath stopped just in time for his bone to snap under pressure and his vision darkened. A shrill, loud, pained tore from the thief's throat, pain, unlike anything he had ever felt before pulsated up his arm, soon rippled through his entire being, red hot and violent. His knees gave in, gave in under the heavy pressure and he fell halfway down the wall, sending more flashes of pain through his arm.

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      the amount of fight he had had seemed nearly endless compared to those of a mortal. his expertise went far beyond theirs and pain had been dulled over time, to the point that even the glass shards in his hands tended to be more of a nuisance than true pain. if all the pain had taught him anything, however, it was that one was PUNISHED for their actions and was best off PUNISHING those who wronged them, too.

      while he enjoyed the look in the other’s eyes more than even he himself would have thought, what followed was only a means to ANGER him. thankfully, his legs were not spread apart conveniently for the other’s knee to make proper contact with his crotch, hitting but only sending a brief burst of pain through him. there was a familiar, uncomfortable tugging from the pit of his stomach and he twitched, lips falling into a snarl and form stiffening, along with it the fingers around the other’s throat tightened their grip. a growl pushed past his lips, a moment passing before he relaxed a little once more. an arm moved back, fingers clenched into a fist, and he sent it into the other’s stomach, throwing the first punch of presumably many. however, he at least loosened the grasp on his throat. the nails that dug into his skin HARDLY bothered him enough to even consider stopping. ❝ i’ll break MORE of your bones for every SHITTY STUNT you try to pull, punk. ❝

           HIS EYES SHIFTED towards the bright entrance of the dark, abandoned dark alley, followed the movements of swiftly moving silhouettes passing through the narrow entrance hoping that one of them would stop, would look his way and perhaps save his life. The man was obviously a lunatic, a monster and as his fingers tightened around his throat, James wondered if this really would be the last time he'll see the light of day. It was a horrible way to die, grasping at the very strings of hope that someone, somehow will stumble upon this and put a stop to it. 

         The punch drew him back into reality, the moments of agony that would await him. The pain surged through him, lit up in the centre of impact and shook through his torso and abdomen, forcing the bartender to cough, recoil into the wall as the only means of escape from the man. The hand still holding him up prevented him from doubling over, from protecting himself and lighting up strained nerves and muscles, swallowing the uttered threat in an echoing heartbeat in his ears. Even if it had rang clearly, though, he would have struggled against his attacker, would have refused to would have refused to back fall down and take every underserved hit he had planned for him. He gritted his teeth, his heel quickly and sharply dug into his attacker's foot as a hand swiftly rose to his cheek, aiming to scratch and dig into soft, sensitive flesh.

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yulanjie | shit. fuck.

      he was TOO good at knowing these things. not only as a noble, bound to be cautious regarding his valuables, but also as one to have partaken in the golden age of piracy, yulan was just about the last person a petty thief should get their hands on. while these days, he rarely let his own fingers becoming sticky, he very much noted those around him prone to wandering hands and swift motions. however, they tended to pick other targets than HIM.

      maybe this one was just unlucky. he didn’t truly care about that. he was irritated by the previous encounter, in a bad mood to boot since he had begun to feel NEGLECTED by sam of all people and his closest friend was sending him to speak in a tongue he had come to despise for his own benefit— no matter the reward he promised. at the very least, he would spend the money he earned on something that would lift his spirits. the mere thought of having his walled nicked angered him greatly. ❝ that so ? ‘cause i could swear that wasn’t straight-up groping you were going for a moment ago, ❝ he responded, head tilted briefly before he glanced around, taking the lack of attention he had drawn thus far for a green light regarding further punishment. another yank on his arm and he dragged him into the alleyway a few steps next to them, moving as far in as necessary not to be seen right away, only to let his other hand move to the stranger’s throat, once more pressing him against a wall, fingers tightening in a squeeze that would certainly be uncomfortable but not enough to cut off ALL air. ❝ you like playing that game ? ever got beaten BLOODY because of it ? ❝

            FOR AS MANY times as he had been caught in the past, be it from an angry local shop keeper or a harsh smack over his head by someone carrying a leather purse, he had never been truly terrified for his life. Annoyed, irritated, perhaps, but the deep chilling, sinking feeling in his bones had him recoiling against the wall, frantically looking down the street for any kind pedestrian that would turn an eye on the situation and help him only to find that he had become a background in someone else's day. Two men bickering in broad daylight seemed normal.

        He stumbled after him, refused to follow in his own will when he was dragged deeper into the back alley. Heels digging harshly into any crack in the concrete only to stumble over his feet when he was pulled further in by the psychopath. Cold dread closed off his throat long before his hand wrapped around his neck, causing him to gasp and fight against the fingers around his throat. Both of his reached for his hand, nails pushing in deep into the skin of his fingers as he fought to pry them off, his expression twisted into one of fear as the situation dawned on him. 'Oh god,' he thought, his heart beginning to hammer painfully against his ribs and he felt  the push of adrenaline streaming into his blood, the strength that came with the thought of immediate death giving him the all needed courage to swiftly knee the man in his groin, hoping that it would stun and surprise him enough to run away.

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yulanjie | fuck. shit.

      he ALMOST missed being a hairdresser. every now and again, adrian adopted the idea that employing yulan meant he ACTUALLY had the power to send him about to run errands for him, as he had on that particularly annoying day. he presumed that he seemed insistent enough to be sent over for something akin lobbying, convincing this company to do that without even uttering a threat per se; his presence alone sometimes seemed to do the trick. perhaps the fact that the company had been CHINESE played into it, too. in ANY case, his tongue felt thicker when he was on his way back, not overly fond of conversing in his mother tongue for a prolonged period of time— as his dialect was considerably old and tended to drag surprised expression forth.

      it was the OLDEST trick in the world, bumping into someone like that, suspicion dripping from the other before he even came into contact with him. had he not been highly aware of his surroundings partly because he tended to be more attentive while working and partly because nostalgic thought of his past tended to DO that to him, he might have missed the pick-pocket altogether. alas, he felt his hand slipping right away. it dragged an airy growl from him, arm swinging around, fingers circling the stranger’s wrist tightly, yanking him to the side, towards the wall of one of the buildings nearby without easing his grip. ❝ didn’t get your hand cut off yet ? that can be changed. ❝

               HE HAD GOTTEN  cocky over the years, overconfident in his ability to slip by unnoticed, to take without drawing too much attention to himself or none at all on particularly good days. It had been years since anyone had actually caught him and called him out on stealing from them, always thinking himself a good judge of character of those that were inattentive or just too frightened to call him out but he had gotten sloppy lately. How could he not be bold while pickpocketing, perhaps the second longest activity he had been doing in the trade and one that was practically basic in nature when it came as easy as breathing at that point? 

          The man was far from distracted. The growl alone sent a shiver down his spine and he immediately knew he had been caught. But before he could pull away and take a step back, the other reacted, gripping his wrist into a vice-like grip that had the blond hissing in pain long before his back hit the wall. Breath caught in his lungs, he kept his head ducked down half concealed by the high collar of his jacket hoping the other would deem this enough of a punishment and let him go before he had to run in fear of police. ❛ Come on, man. ❜ He spoke anyway, shoulders pushing further into the wall to escape the cold feeling of the other, tugging sharply with his constrained hand to get his wrist out of the lock. ❛ I just bumped into you. I said I was sorry. ❜ 

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          TO JAMES, IT was all about the thrill, the rush that ran through him when his fingers slipped unnoticed into someone’s pocket and pulled out a wallet, or when a distracted passenger on a subway left their bag unchecked and he slipped with it swiftly onto the crowded station, when a priceless gem or heirloom disappeared from an acquaintance's apartment in the middle of a packed party or simply when an open window provided an in into someone else’s home. It was the adrenaline that pushed through his veins each time he got away with it too, and the feeling of a high when he could proudly present his valuables at home. Sure, the extra money from all of it came in handy with bills and living comfortably in with every one of his whims, but he didn’t need it to survive. 

        Or to feel alive or any other poetic bullshit like that. The thought simply needed to cross his mind, like it did one rather beautiful February day when he was walking home from work, his lips curving into a mischievous smile and fingers curling into his hand inside his jacket, itching to take something that didn’t belong to him. A wallet would be easy out on the streets, not too many people that could block him off but just enough for him to slip into before his victim would notice the theft.  Shoulders squared and rolled forward, head ducked down behind the collar of his jacket, he pushed through the crowd, seemingly stumbling over his feet until finally, he bumped into someone tall and lean, a hand quickly reaching for his back pocket to grab his wallet as he stuttered through apologies.

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