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Post by Val on Feb 26, 2020 23:32:21 GMT
Xander considered the question, aware that he'd told Bo not to show up on his door step again. He needed a meeting place...a base. Somewhere they could be inconspicuous. "For now, you may find me here. But watch your back. Don't let people follow you. Trust no one," he insisted. "I will find us a place. A home," he promised, pleased with the way Bo was taking to his ideas. He would give the orphan what he needed. In return, slowly but surely, he expected loyalty and devotion.
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Post by eragon on Mar 2, 2020 0:30:53 GMT
"A home," Bo repeated, seeming to mull over how it sounded. Evidently, he came to the conclusion that he liked it because he nodded. "Okay... Before I go though," he said, eyes drifting back toward the box Xander had removed the opium from. "Do you have something I can take with me?"
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Post by Val on Mar 3, 2020 3:55:25 GMT
Xander followed Bo's gaze toward his stash and hesitated only a moment before he reached out and produced a small vial of the substance. He slid it across the table toward Bo and leaned back in his chair, regarding the other boy through half lidded eyes, "Make it last," he stated dismissively.
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Post by eragon on Mar 5, 2020 4:04:01 GMT
Bo grabbed the small vial, then rose and slipped out of the door without acknowledging Xander's statement.
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