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Post by triss on Nov 10, 2005 13:16:49 GMT
He watched for a moment, watching Nate, watching Eric watching Nate, watching Eric watching nate watching him watching them, he was just watching. He knew now this guy was in a lot of trouble, and by now people at the food court had stopped looking at the scene before them and went back to their meals.
Behind him, around his legs he could feel a soft furry face rubbing against him, whimpering some at the sudden outburst of violence. When Tristian turned his head, he saw little Meg behind him, scared as can be and instantly felt his heart melt. Aaawww poor puppy, he wouldnt mind giving the doggy some cuddles and love, it was what Tristian did best anyhow.
" Come on Meg!"
He was about to leave with all his belongings, but first disposed of the tray, sticking ti on top of the garbadge with all the others. The subs and drinks were stuck carefully in another bag. He didn;t need that Rev chick for anything, he was fine walking with a handful of bags and a cute little dog, it was no big deal.
" Alright, well erm...bai Eric."
Then he was off.
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Post by darkhairedangel on Nov 10, 2005 13:59:50 GMT
Reverence followed him anyhow, trying to make it conversational, though that wasn't easy given the situation. She took her own food, and her small bag and walked up beside him after giving Eric a similar look with a tiny, understanding smile. Not at all chipper or outgoing as it usually might be.
"I know you don't need my help, but I wanted an excuse to get away from that situation. I prefer eating at home anyhow." Her voice was matter-of-fact, until it softened slightly and she smiled with a soft, relieved sigh. "Imagine that guy, asking me for help. He must live under a rock not to know that I work for the DPS too. Anyway, good thing Eric got him, I think I feel a hell of a lot safer now."
They lived in the same tower right? So no problem, they were going the same way anyhow, and it wasn't like she had anywhere else to go. She mused on the poor puppy that had gradually stopped whimpering, man she could relate. She didn't like tense situations, except- they always made her feel as though she had to react, instead of run, or whimper.
It was a decent day, for a walk, and the wind was gentle with her shoulder length hair, making it flutter, just a little bit in the breeze. But even her deep, dark blue eyes were flitting about, but not on the wind. No they were casting gaze over many things now, because for the first time, the thought had crossed her mind.
"How many more of you're nut job followers are out there Maxwell? And how many live right near by."
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