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- Posted: Fri, 24 Feb 2012 02:11:34 +0000
Now how do I always end up in these messes?
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"Fine, fine, hold on a second," he sighed and stepped back from the cage bars for a bit into the dark. Looks like play time was over, wasn't it? With a little discomfort he stepped over his locked hands so they were in the front instead of behind his back. He stretched them over his head a bit to loosen any stiffness from his uncomfortable sleeping position and strolled back to where the woman was. "You see these?" he held his wrists up, "Let's just say they don't normally put them on good little lap dogs." He shot a grin at the guard behind her who's glaring just intensified a bit before turning back to the woman in black. He dropped his smile and just assessed her response. Sure it would probably be easier to get away if he was..bought, but he didn't want to cause too much grief to the store owners, just the guards. If he were to run away from her she might inflict some grief to Astrid's, its been known to happen. Besides it was just a bit fun, the game of coming up with new ways of getting away. Seems like it was always the same one that found him too now that he thought about it. His own profession was illegal to boot so it wasn't like he looked down on the owners for their source of income, just the fact that he was in there.
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Ask me no secrets and I shall tell you no lies