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❝ I am not like my father. Well, not always. ❞
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@BlackAshLegacy His words now caused that she blushed. What a luck this bar has Dimmed light. She quickly take a sip.
"I am aware that I am pretty, it's just unusual that someone got so distracted."
@BlackAshLegacy "And what's hiding upstairs? More exclusive things? Your rich friends?"
She asked and raised a eyebrow. Taking her glass to hold it in her hand. Just in case.
@BlackAshLegacy "I'm surprised they even let me in."
She looks like a girl from the streets. Ripped shorts, net thights and so on. Not like she could effort expensive drinks.
She ran, and she doesn't look behind her. Once near her home she slowed down and catch her breath. In a swift motion she wipe her hair out of her neck. Not aware she actually touched that bug the stranger had spoken about. She just was too warm from her little run. +
. . . Well, that certainly complicates things.
He comes to an abrupt stop, , watching her disappear around the corner before glancing down at the rather incomplete scan on his sonic.
Only a couple of hours, that's good. The little thing doesn't normally start causing >