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abhlesh‌:

He didn’t live far from here and yet he wanted to hide out in a convenience store? If he was quick but cautious he would surely be able to get home before the storm got too bad. Of course she would end up in the worse part of it but she wouldn’t die. No, the worst would be hypothermia and that’s not something that she hasn’t gone through before. 

“Umbrellas attracting lightning… That’s um–It’s actually a myth..” Lighting was wild and unpredictable and though there was a wide consensus to what attracted such a powerful force the science was a lot more complicated than that. Besides the likelihood of it actually hitting her umbrella is very slim. And yet her mind began to wander, envisioning her silhouette being struck by lightning and falling to the ground in a lifeless heap.

Getting struck by lightning would be a really painful way to go.

“I think––I think I know the one you’re talking about…” If she was thinking about the same convenience store then it would be in the same direction as her uncle’s place. She could just walk him there and then head straight home.

“Lets––We should get going before it get’s worse then.” Reneta glances back at the boy with red markings ( were those tattoos? ) and waits for him to get under the umbrella with her so they can rush over to the nearest convenience store.

“Yeah.  Yeah,” he muttered, glancing up at the sky for a moment before awkwardly ducking under her umbrella.  He was shorter than she, so it wasn’t too hard to keep to the moving shelter as they traveled.  

Once they make it to the convenience store, he taps some of the water off of his shoes, turning around to face her.  “Um...thanks.  Be--uh, be careful out there, okay?  Myth or not, it looks like it’s getting a lot worse.”  He glanced out the door and then walked away, glumly loitering around the snack area and pulling out his phone.  

...Yeah, nothing.  Sigh.

This whole night was a mess.  Did he start coaxing Lawrence again starting tomorrow...?  Would he even get invited again?

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[ @altaindustries | X ]

How long had it been since he had been out in the rain instead of watching it through a window? The droplets felt like tiny pricks along his skin where they landed; the sound was so much louder when it wasn’t behind a glass pane and walls. He had stuck his tongue out earlier to taste it and regretted the decision for his sensitive tongue. An hour ago he had finally purchased an umbrella and had dried - enough, but not exactly dry - somewhat under the protective curve of the black umbrella.

In his walk, he eventually paused near another rainwalker and paused, curious at the sight of that white hair. Not unheard of nor unseen, but unusual. Pretty.

O-oh, she was talking to him.

“Oh, good morning,” he smiled shyly. “The plants are going to look really striking once the rain ends.” He wasn’t talking about any in particular - but trees, grass, the flowers near shoos, everything had a beautiful crisp green right after rain.

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jenorca‌:

Waking up from a foggy dream, Lily knew this wasn’t her room back by the fact she was sitting upright and the smell. It smelled not the familiar scent of the pumpkin candle she had in her room. No it was a heavy, metallic odor along with bleach or some unknown cleaning product with a heavy ammonia smell lingering in the air. That was the first thing she noticed when she started to blink away the drowsy fog that was clouding her eyes and mind. Her body felt so heavy and numb like she slept on it wrong as the pin and needles feeling was poking at her.

Not awake enough to fully conceptualize what’s happening, she tried to move before she saw through half-lidded eyes something close to her head. Whatever it was, it was warm and her body felt like it was ice. Why was she freezing cold? Where was she? Last thing she remembered was going out to see how this bar was after overhearing a group of students talk about it. It seemed like a good idea at the time but waking up and not knowing where she was right now was not looking good.

A small groan came out of her mouth when she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Why did it feel like she ate needles that were poking her from the inside? Leaning her head toward whatever the warmth was, Lily was slowly blinking the sleep away from her eyes to see before she tried to move her hands to rub her eyes. Confused by why she couldn’t move her hands to her face, she tried to move them and her legs before a queasy realization dawned on her that her limbs had been tied up.

Moving her wrists and ankles to try and loosen the rough material of rope was causing it to dig into her skin making her whimper in panic when it wasn’t becoming loose at all. Turning her head to see where she was in the dim light she could make out dark stains on the floor and her bare feet. Where were her shoes? Actually where was the rest of her clothes and why was she only in her underwear? What had happened and hearing better now what was that noise near her head?

Panicking and about to cry, Lily turned her head the other way see what was sniffing her hair after she was more aware and awake now to recognize the sound.

The first thing she saw was eyes glinting iridescently in the dim light like the reflective eyes of a nocturnal animal. Lowering her gaze, she moved her body away or at least tried to from whatever it was next to her that was warm and sniffing her. The shape she could make out was human-like but that wasn’t what was making her try to get away from it. Something wet looking and dark was covering the front of it. Something that smelled raw and heavy like when she had a heavy flow…

Lily let out a loud, strangled cry as she tried to get away from the body that was covered in blood in front of her. Her eyes had adjusted to see that it was all over the front of what it was wearing, around the mouth area and up the arms. The hands had claws and she could swear there was a tail behind it. 

...Oh.  Right, she was screaming.  He looked down at the ground and picked up a bloody knife.  He tilted his head to one side, watching her scream.  This wasn’t right.  He should have been grabbing her collar, holding one of his beloved knives over her...

He could imagine it so easily.  He could see her being tortured in front of his eyes, or possibly being forced to do something to her himself.  He could--he could, but it wasn’t happening.  

It wasn’t happening.

Those fox ears twitched.  He skulked back a few feet, fiddling with his fingers.  And without a villain or a savior in sight, he ran back upstairs and slammed the door shut, locking it behind him.

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quiz; the little things

  bold - always / often   italic - sometimes (as in it’s not as noticeable at first but it’s there, or it’s a quirk that only shows up situational)

  body.

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six pack. Beer belly.  Lean frame. Slender frame. Muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulders. Underweight. Average Weight. Overweight.

  height.

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. (5′1′’) 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

  skin.

Pale. Fair. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scarred.

  eyes.

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown-Black. Blue. Red. Green. Gold. Amber. Violet. Hazel. Other. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

  hair.

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Scruffy. Frizzy. Curly. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Short. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Floor length. Buzz cut. Bald. Jaw length. Vermilion. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Black. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Orange.  Auburn. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Streaked. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

  tattoos / piercings.

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Shin tattoo. Wrist tattoo. (Lower) Back tattoo. Hand/finger tattoo. Foot tattoo. Neck tattoo. Face tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing(s). Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing. Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Snake bites. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

  cosmetics.

Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears makeup from time to time. Never wears make-up.

  scent.

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Natural soap. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain. Grass. Ocean. Autumn leaves. Baked bread. Freshly baked cookies. Smoke. Campfire. Lavender. Trees. Pumpkin Pie. Musk. Rose. Gingerbread. Peppermint. Oak. Honey. Lemon. Vanilla. Coffee Cake. Mint. Rawhyde. Chemicals. Damp.

  clothes.

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Skirts. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Long sleeved shirts. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. V-neck. Turtleneck. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Maxi dress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. High slit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sports bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt.  Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Uniform. Leather. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Plaid. Black. Dark colors. Fur. Faux fur.

  shoes.

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Boots. Cowboy boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Bare feet. Loafers. Dress shoes.

  tagged by: no one

  tagging: @flowercursebearer, @jenorca, @plantfxcker, anyone else who wants to

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moonlit-theft‌:

⟡ ═══ ♛ ═══ ⟡ “Heh~” At the confirmation, she reaches up and wastes no time in lightly grabbing the fluffy ears, gently running her fingers along the edges.

      ˙ “Uwaa~ So soft~” They look like fox ears, maybe they are? Still, with how her aura tends to terrify animals into running away, she definitely plans to get a good amount of touching in, until the guy gets tired of it!

      ˙ The thought that touching a random person’s ears is, quite frankly, REALLY weird, doesn’t even seem to cross her mind, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before~ Do you live nearby~?”

His eyes wide, he gaped at her as she continued to gently let his ears. This was...nice, this felt really nice, but this wasn't normal. There wasn't any pain with this. And who would just randomly do something like this...? He wasn't a cat, he was a--well, he wasn't human and that should have been enough to disturb her, right? Even if something smelled unusual.

...maybe she wouldn't mind doing this again if they ever met a second time? Though he would make sure not to let his ears come out again. Had to be careful.

"Um...I don't live super close by, but I like taking really long walks." Great. Now he sounded like a dog. "What's your name, miss...?"

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Like/reply for a starter. I'll jump into IMs if I need to inquire or plot it out.

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Krewella - Alibi (Fat Out Remix)

Stay with me tonight, I’ll be your alibi

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Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters

Instead of a specific plot to work around, here’s a list of settings that all feature a melancholy, moody, or creepy atmosphere. Simply send me a symbol for a setting you want to RP in, and I’ll either make a starter or approach you to plot!

🌕A full moon night with wind whistling through the trees

🌊The seashore late at night, with lightning over the water in the distance

🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes

🍁A cold day in late autumn, which is silent and deeply lonely

🎹Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room

💧 Rain in the early morning, so dark that there’s hardly a sunrise

⛪A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence

🌳A maze-like forest at dusk, with a sense of anxiety as the sun disappears

⛵On the beach before dawn as remnants of a ship wreck wash onto shore

🍂A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon

🌃Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away

🎃After dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends

🚘Sitting with a popped tired on the side of a long stretch of road, waiting

⚡Distant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way

🥀An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous (or dead, dry) plants

🌾An eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles

🐊Murky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away

🔥 A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it

🚧Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring

🐟Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water

🌿An old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history

💀A cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt

🚇A dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home

🌈The sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere

👗An attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead

❄ A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering

🍄An enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence

🌑Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again

☔Taking a long walk with an umbrella, struggling with a low, low mood

☕At a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring

🌵A winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, its ‘vacancy’ light flickering red

💤Dreaming of scraping nails gainst the window glass, and waking to still hear it

🐕A quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods

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Jynjo (feat. Spritely) - How Do You Like It

I can sip you like a vintage wine

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flowercursebearer‌:

“Sure…! I wouldn’t mind at all. I was thinking on maybe getting something to drink tonight and there is a very a nice place.” She is not too worried about the area, truth be told she is hardly worry about any areas but he was being a gentleman, she wouldn’t turn down that.

“Oh, but the drinks there are better than the food though, it’s a bit too greasy and not the best for this hour.” They might soon not be serving anything, but it was good to comment anyways. Mostly to avoid awkward silence.

It didn’t took long for them to be right in front of the Jackalope.

“I’d recommend their rum and coke. It’s the best one from the bars and pubs around.”

She was awfully close.  She smelled--she smelled so nice. He had to resist the urge to lean in and sniff again.  He wanted to push her away.  This was way too much.  He made the wrong decision.  He shouldn’t have tried to come to a bar.  He shouldn’t have tried to go outside.

Too soon.  Way too soon.  He couldn’t--he couldn’t, he couldn’t, he couldn’t--

No, that’s why he’d bought that.  Just in case.

He took a small breath and walked inside the bar, glancing about again.  He gave her a smile.  “Well, I’ll leave you to it, since you’re probably off to go see your friends now, right?  I’ll be sure not to get the food.  Good thing I’m not hungry.”

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plantfxcker‌:

Lawrence noticed the bit of a nervous edge in Ren’s voice, but it didnt stay for long enough for him to worry about. They’re both nervous, thats normal! Its normal. Its okay. 

Nodding a bit, he gives a more reassuring smile before the other turned to go talk to the bartender. He watches them talk for a moment, before looking away to scan the room. There wasn’t very many people here- one of the things he liked about it. The bar was nice, almost cozy. 

“ Thank you … “ He mumbled as Ren set the drink in front of him, before looking over to him. “ I . . I do too , and I don’t mind ! I’ve uh… I’ve been here with friends before , so I was kinda glad you chose it. “

Reaching forward, he gingerly takes the drink set in front of him. He didn’t really like to drink, the only reason he had proposed getting them was because he didn’t know what else to say. But… it would be weird if he didn’t drink it, right? Probably…

He takes a few sips of it, and tries not to wince. It wasn’t as bad as what Vincent made him drink, at least. 

Friends?  ...Right.  He would have friends, wouldn’t he.  The heavy thought fell into the darkness, sending unpleasant ripples of whispers across his tightening heart.  How many?  How replaceable would Ren be?  No, he’d fix that.  He could make himself irreplaceable.  How many people could share an interest like theirs?

“Oh, really?  I’d be happy to meet them sometime.”  Openness, but not using him to get to others.  The interest was in him and those involved with him because he was the connection.  “They must be pretty cool if you like them.  I’d rather spend time with just you, though.  It’s nice.”  His smile was still nervous, still shy--the young man was very much on the small side and with his thick, furlike orange hair atop his head and those eyes, he seemed not unlike a forest animal ready to fly away at a moment’s notice.  

But he’d skittered off earlier and come right back with drinks.  He shoved his hands (his fingernails were odd, too) into the pocket of his slate hoodie.  Lawrence even seemed to feel as nervous as he did.  Comforting.  “I didn’t realize you’d be so tall,” he managed good-humoredly, relaxing.  Compared to Ren, he was.

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Send me “Date?” and i'll answer...

Who asks for it:

[ ] Your muse asks mine

[ ] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[ ] Platonic Date

[ ] Romantic Date

[ ] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[ ] Movies   • [ ] Romantic Comedy   • [ ] Adventure Movie   • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)   • [ ] Horror   • [ ] Drama   • [ ] Buddy Movie   • [ ] ___ (other options)

[ ] Restaurant   • [ ] Expensive/High Class   • [ ] Small and familiar   • [ ] Fast Food

[ ] Nature  • [ ] Beach  • [ ] Park  • [ ] Forest      • [ ] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[ ] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[ ] Staying at home  • [ ] Watching movies  • [ ] Playing Video Games  • [ ] Reading

[ ] ___ (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[ ] …holding hands

[ ] …a kiss

[ ] …in bed

[ ] …knowing each other better 

[ ] …sleepover between friends 

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Should you reblog this?:

[ ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ ] Yes.

[ ] No.

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ooc; the replies I owe will be incoming within the next few days

Also write me a starter post @graynofsand you fucker

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plantfxcker‌:

@anotherround liked !

It had been a few minutes since Ren had left to go to the bathroom. So far, things have been okay, at least… Lawrence thought it had. He hasn’t said anything weird, or… done anything.

The quietness of the bar was relaxing, at least. Less things to be overwhelmed by. Looking down at the bar, he lightly drums his fingers against the wooden top. There was dirt under his nails, probably from when he was…. ah. Closing his hands into loose fists, Lawrence was too distracted to notice as Ren approaches him. He jumps as the smaller man greets him again, before smiling anxiously. What would someone say in this situation?  “ Do … Do you want to get some drinks ? “  They were at a bar, after all. 

It had been...what, at least three years since he dealt with any real human interaction aside from him?  He was terrified.  Even getting to know Lawrence a bit online, it had taken a lot for him to suggest they meet up.  Friends or not, this was tenuous ground at best.  Overwhelmed, he’d had to duck away to calm down in the restroom before returning.  So many smells, so many people - the few people in this bar seemed like way too many.

“Ye--yeah!  Drinks sounds great.  I’ll get us some.”  He walked away and went to the counter, ordering and coming away with two glasses.  He set one in front of Lawrence and the other in front of himself, smiling more comfortably as he sat down.  “I like the atmosphere of this place.  I hope you don’t mind that I picked it?”

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abhlesh‌:

@anotherround

‘Ignore him.

Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him, ignore him, IGNORE HIM!!

He’s not your problem, it’s his own fault for forgetting an umbrella.’

And yet despite her thoughts telling her this she began to walk towards the young man. ‘It could be some sort of trap, it could be a scam, or he was using it as an excuse to kidnap people!’ Why did her consciousness always assume everyone was out to get her? She didn’t used to think like that, a few years ago she would have offered this boy her umbrella without a second thought.

But now she hesitated because she knew about the fragility of life and how easy it was for someone else to take it away. 

“Here––Do you live-um far from here?” She stuttered out before giving the ginger haired boy a side glance. Reneta was clearly nervous as she opens up the umbrella and looks on at the downpour.

“I-I noticed… Y-you um–you didn’t have an umbrella so I thought…” Doubt was quickly settling in and she wondered if it was too late to back out.

He tensed so violently when she first spoke, even though he’d known she was there.  He could hear well - he wasn’t often surprised by that except when distracted by something consuming his focus.  However, when he looked at her, some of the tension left his hoodie-covered shoulders.  He blinked often, his eyes shifting this way and that to bits of their surroundings as shadows shifted or insects, tiny animals or - rarely - people came by wielding their own mobile shelters from the worsening rain.

He’d...  He’d been too afraid to meet up with someone properly.  Cutting it short had been unwise - so what if someone had interrupted his talk with Lawrence?  Couldn’t he have kept going?  So what if...  So what--if--

Like gears stumbling over stray rocks in the gears, his mind stopped and started over certain thoughts.  They scraped and bruised in his attempt to pull himself out of them.

“Oh...uh, a few blocks, but it’s okay.  I think I’m going to have to find the nearest store that’s still open and hide inside it until the storm dies down - it’s just getting worse.  You shouldn’t wander around with an umbrella for too long - this is going to be a thunderstorm soon.”

Sure enough, the clouds were beginning to rumble in protest.

“I think there’s a 24-hour convenience store a block from here...I can, um, show you where it is if you don’t know.”

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flowercursebearer‌:

She can tell he is nervous, her smile turns a small bite on her bottom lip. She was bothering, wasn’t she? Gives a step back while looking away awkwardly. “I-I see… Sorry for bothering. If you need any directions… ”

Camellia shift her balance in one foot, rubbing the other one on the back off her heels. 

His second smile was a even more awkward, yes, but the shy in it made it endearing for her when she glanced back, a little more the comfortable also by the mention of the bar.

“The Jackalope? It is a nice place. Just turn right at the second street after this one.”

“Oh, y-yeah, that’s the right place!”  He brightened up a little.  Maybe she hadn’t...?  Yeah, that seemed to be the case, but he’d keep an eye on her anyway.  Had to be careful.  Had to be careful.

“Um...are you headed there too?  Since you knew where it was,” he glanced in the direction she’d suggestion, then back at her with his amber gaze.  “It’s pretty late, so I can walk you there if you’d like.  It’s not particularly dangerous around here, but you never can be too cautious.”

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