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       Re: Fatal Rendevous - Chicago
       By: Jenn B. Date: March 24, 2025, 11:07 am
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       Geoffrey Wodeward
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       [font=Arial, sans-serif]No morning colder than the first
       frost[/font][br]
       [font=Arial, sans-serif]No friends closer than the ones we've
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       Yorick kept talking. Geoffrey's eyes narrowed. As bothered by
       the idea of this stranger-with-a-friend's-face reading so deeply
       into his character like that. The hunger, the violence, the
       Beast. A mortal with such knowledge was potentially dangerous,
       destructive even. Especially if he ever decided to stop being as
       helpful as he currently seemed to be. [br]
       At his side, he shifted the fingers of his free hand. Thumb
       coming to rest against the knuckle of the middle finger,
       pressing until he was rewarded with a light cracking sound. [br]
       "I did come looking for you." He admitted; another
       insane-sounding kind of statement. He blinked again; the first
       time between that look of surprise and now. Eyelids closing and
       opening methodically. His chin lowered, looking the other man in
       the face more directly. [br]
       He considered his options. Yorick looked like he could put up a
       little fight, but not so much that he couldn't be overcome. Afer
       that, they could go anywhere. He could take him anywhere, or
       leave him anywhere. Beat the answers he was looking for out if
       he wasn't forthcoming. He didn't. Something about Yorick's tone,
       or the earnest look in his eyes. That very real sense of
       compassion driving it that was surprising. It stayed his hand
       from acting on the options that didn't keep this at least a
       little bit eglaritatian. As even as this could be.[br]
       "Let's go." He suggested, instead. The hand on the metal pulled,
       the edges of the rudimentary fence scraping the brick. He
       dislodged it and pulled it away easily. So Yorick wouldn't have
       to vault it again.[br]
       "You choose. I'll drive." He made the suggestion confidently,
       but not so rigidly that Yorick couldn't make alternate
       suggestions if he cared to. His head tipped towards the way
       they'd come.
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