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While it was good to get away from Mark's office and his coworker, he didn't know how much better he'd feel by talking to Lawr, let along having Mark along for emotional support? "You know you could just remove the information from my record so your division doesn't have to know." But he felt that would require money he did not have.

At the listing, he closed his eyes to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Now you're just listing divisions. I don't WANT everyone on this island to know. Do you know how hard that would make dating anyone in the future? I don't need it broadcasted." Not that Lawr and everyone else on Twitter kept bringing everything about their personal lives up over and over for everyone to see.

"Okay fine. I really don't want to talk to them but maybe someone on this island will take the hint to be a bit more discreet if I do." Even if he moved out just because he didn't want to deal with any of in right now.

He wasn't sure how this would make Mark feel better but his kindness had fixed his record without a currently forseable price so maybe he was in a mood to keep helping him and clear off that pesky STD notice on his record after all if this

A open space like the training field made sense and Melvin was just as relieved to see no one was round for what turn into an arguement.

Talking a breathe, he looked through his phone contacts and felt his insides twist as he forgot to change Lawr's name. Welp, here it went.

He glared at his phone and tapped quickly.

He slammed the send button before working on changing Lawr's contact information.

"Well that went perfect." He said as he looked back are Mark.

"They aren't coming. He's convinced I'm going to kill him, which I wasn't thinking about before but he makes it tempting now."

Breathing out, he stared at his phone and looked back. "Sorry. This just isn't going to work out."

Mark's lukewarm attempts at cheering him up only got a raise during brow. "I don't know what even compelled you to come here and do this in the first place. I'm not even in your division or close to you." They didn't even talk.

Tucking his phone into his pocket, he guessed that at least being outside was one step away from going for a walk to clear his head. "But thanks."

"And don't worry about the last part. I'm not exactly jumping at the chance anytime soon and with my luck of everyone knowing my personal business, I don't have to worry about that. I'm sure they'll stay plenty away. I'll be getting fixed up soon anyways."

And no, Melvin wasn't the talking about his emotions type much to Mark's benefit.

After receiving the strange series of texts from Melvin, Lawrence found himself seized by his own curiosity and unable to think about much else. He didn’t want to get injured - that was a given - he already had one scar too many for his liking, but there was something strange going on and sometimes strange things came with bonuses, like money or magical items.

So he went over to the training fields, very carefully keeping off of the fields themselves – he didn’t want anyone using him being there as an excuse to attack him. However, he was rather disappointed when it looked like it was just Melvin and that scruffy rat that Cael kept around out there and nothing much else. His opinion of Mark was barely an opinion, seeing the man as unworthy even of notice, after all there was nothing to be gained from him in wealth or anything more physical. Still, from where he was he caught the tail end of their conversation and with a sense of urgency, stepped forward.

“He doesn’t /have/ any possessions.” Lawrence interjected. It was true, Melvin’s money had been moved into Lawrence’s bank and used to purchase no end of extravagant items but those items were ultimately Lawrence’s. “So that’s not a lot to own. Dead is new though, he doesn’t look dead.”