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They listened to Desmond, who wasn't very clear about the records. What was... Suspicious. They didn't let Ragenard keep them or something, did they?. While the second spoke and once Rhetta was done braiding, she leaned to the other side and rested her head on Xandre's shoulder. It wasn't the...

He nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. "It's a foreign brand that is probably here precisely because it's dirt cheap, but it's got some flavour, don't it?" He said, proud to have found her something affordable and not shit-tasting that she could enjoy. "You can definitely do grunt work, I...

How the heck hadn't this man gone down with a kick to the back of their knees made no sense to Kóri, but there were more pressing issues at hand anyway. They listened to Lark, keeping their hold on the man's wrist especially. Yeah no, the knife-hand was something they weren't going to let go of...

Clink clink clink. Kóri kept stacking boxes of beer bottles with little effort, but it was boring work. Their days had extended from ten to twelve hours lately. But Thorje was allowing them some midday breaks, so they could eat and explore some of the city. Maybe it was stupid to think they'd...

When her friend took her hands, Ziessel stopped pressing down. She didn't actually want to hurt anyone else. Not Rhetta, nor Xandre, or Mr. Stranger with amber eyes. She held his gaze for a moment before she looked down, and she bared her teeth but didn't growl or sob. She didn't cry in public...

He jokingly squinted his eyes at her with a very serious expression and then grinned again and nodded, taking a few steps back to find her a cheap but decent beer. It was a weird brand, foreign, but it did NOT taste like piss like she so badly wanted to imply. "Well, besides grunt work, what...

Thorje's shop. Known by the locals for it's good product, some premium imported Aanaran goods and absolute shit customer service. On top of it was a small second floor where the owner lived with his new employee. Whose salary was the ceiling over their head, when Thorje didn't kick them out for...

Desmond, unlucky Desmond, started talking. Ziessel had never been so horrified in her life. Not even with Gabriel. She had been there when he died, she had said her goodbyes. She didn't want to believe the words coming out of this man's mouth. This stranger, turned reaper, who she would probably...

Ziessel followed Rhetta and sat down beside her. It felt pitiful and impersonal that it was Desmond who had gotten charged with giving them these news. This man who barely knew them. But at least they were together, and Xandre was there, and nobody was laughing so this was not a joke. Ziessel's...

Okay THAT made him guffaw and he immediately covered his mouth with his hand but he was still chuckling under it. "Oh kid, please. No Mr. Call me Grisham or call me Raven but none of that mister shit." He said in a light hearted tone. It was short lived though. He watched her while she poke...

He hummed and took her hand. They shook em over the bar. "I'm Grisham, Grisham Raven." He said, letting go pretty fast. Because he hadn't noticed but his hands were a bit too hairy from all that emotion. If he focused he could smell the wolf on her, though. "We all need someone to talk, to...

At least she hadn't gone the war hero outlook. Grisham breathed out and leaned back against a column behind the bar that wasn't openly full of bottles and other shit. Just like before when he was talking to the girl, Aimee, his anger fizzled out pretty fast. "Hm, sounds like what's done is...

Okay he had not been expecting, or been ready, for the whole story. The story and how fast she told him! Had this woman had nobody to talk to since that happened to her like, at all?. He didn't know what to say back. He was a werewolf, and he didn't hate himself... At all. He didn't have...

Ohhh fuck, not a dog then. He hadn't wanted to assume. Christ. Poor girl. Grisham waited until she was done taking care of the water and the stool. He looked back to the rest of the patrons and made an everything alright gesture so they'd stop looking their way. Then just let her cry for a...

He winked back and grinned, his teeth were sharp and his canines were too long. Between that and his yellow eyes, well, Grisham didn't hide his condition much. "A cosmopolitan it is! And thanks, I'm glad to hear it doesn't smell like a dirty bathroom." He joked, looking around for the...

"Kid, stop saying piss. I slept two hours last night so this place would stop smelling like it." Groaned Grisham when she talked about piss water. His eye twitched a little. Ugh, she had gotten what looked like a nasty beast-bite. Maybe a particularly wild family dog?. "I'm celebrating my...

The word piss was going to haunt him until he died, apparently. "Yeah, plenty! Sweet, salty, sour? Higher grade, affordable? To knock you out? To keep you going?" He asked, since she didn't look like she knew what she wanted. Then he left her a moment to go look at their sandwich optionssss...

They had opened up roughly two hours ago. Grisham had already perked into the bathroom three times to check it was still decent. He didn't need it to end the day clean. But... Decent, please decent. The cleanliness had attracted people. Well. There just wasn't piss smell to turn them away once...

The speech this man had just given him was so fucking weird that Jace had no idea how to answer, or what to say. Vampires didn't exist, arranged marriages were not a thing. He had a girlfriend already, on top of that. And even if he didn't, it didn't matter, because he was not into men. "Um...