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 Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 12:39 pm
“You –always- say that.” Snapped Locke. “Funny how you almost never actually ‘didn’t do something’” He called with more than a little sarcasm. “You’ve run away again, I’d bet a silver that you lifted someone’s pocket, never mind that you went through a roof! Gods I should lock you in a room with my WIFE and let her lecture you. Daft little fool.” He reached out to snatch at the young man again.
He was warm in his own clothes, the sweat starting to form under his furs, which, if he didn’t have a good place to get warm later might have been a rather terrible thing. But he wasn’t about to stop because he was starting to sweat.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 11:11 am
His fingers closed, this time, on a thick part of Jakob's jacket -- catching in the material near the small of his back and bunching three, tight enough to jerk the boy back and almost off his feet, fumbling and struggling to recover, and maybe to get out of the jacket. Because Locke had, one again, caught him; could now drag him to a halt to catch his breath, would have to work quickly to keep his charge from shaking himself free and into the crowd again.
He was treated to a symphony of curses that no one quite so young should have known, to flailing and rising panic. As much as this had turned into a game, between them, it was still a game with a potentially serious outcome.
His keepers were never nice. They were worse, after a jailbreak.
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