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"know." She finished her sentence. She was even redder.

Damian frownwed. "Wait...what?" He was confused

[puppyeyez94]

"Oooh," he said, smiling at her.

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Yuki nodded. "Mmm-hmm."

[Iilyda]

Cale Curson had ran all over the streets of the Bazaar, grabbing every blonde or silver-haired child he could find; but the two young ruffians had vanished without a trace. "Damn!" he cursed, pounding his fist on his desk. There came a knock from the other side of his office door. "Come in!" he raged, sticking his sword into the wood of the floor. A scared looking young man walked through, a parchment of paper in hand. "Hello, sir? I'm the scribe you called for. Is there something you'd like-" Cale cut him off. "Yes, I need you to take down a description for me, and then illistrate it for me." The scribe nodded. "Of course sir. Who will be describing?" Cale balled his hands into fists. "Two snot-nosed little brats," he replied, scowling.
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Aine blinked. "You said... you said you meant other people when you told me the theive's code. Didn't you mean you excluded yourself?" she asked.

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Damien nodded. "Ya..."

[Iilyda]

Aine's eyesbrows knitted together. "Well that's just hypocritical," she said scoldingly.

[puppyeyez94]

"Soo," he muttered, standing back up again.

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Damien blinked.

Yuki grabbed onto his arm. She looked up at him.

[puppyeyez94]

"Ok ok, I'm staying," he teased her, sitting back down with a small smile.

[Iilyda]

Aine crossed her arms in front of her chest, ignoring her knife. "Why did you tell me the thieve's code, if it doesn't apply to you?" she asked. She could sense Damien was just as confused as her, but she wanted an honest answer.