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Don't go shy on me now. Tell me. Or you'll have to think of a way to distract me.
*I lean back, clicking my tongue against my teeth as I look her over, cigar smoke curling about my glasses. I look back up and meet her gaze.* I'm sorry? What was the question again?
*raise a brow, smirk cutting through the dim light* You were about to tell me why you’re here. Or did you forget already? *fingertips tap the table, cigarette smoke curling*
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1Gwen Blackthorne
21/09/2026
Don't go shy on me now. Tell me. Or you'll have to think of a way to distract me.
*I lean back, clicking my tongue against my teeth as I look her over, cigar smoke curling about my glasses. I look back up and meet her gaze.* I'm sorry? What was the question again?
*raise a brow, smirk cutting through the dim light* You were about to tell me why you’re here. Or did you forget already? *fingertips tap the table, cigarette smoke curling*
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