David's gaze dropped briefly to his sword, an expression of chagrin on his face.
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Gaze returning to Katrina's face he smiled slightly.
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"Not subtle is it," he said apologetically.
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"Keeps me alive, though. My father and I were never good at being subtle, but it doesn't really come with the trade."
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He spoke quietly. As he did, he didn't miss her gaze moving to the seated woman on the bench, so he followed her gaze to study Nyssa as well. Idly he wondered if she was a mark or a lead.
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"I think a hotel is less intrusive, and follows one's activities less frequently. Bed and breeakfasts are too personal."
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Though his parents would likely prefer such so he probably should...yet somehow couldn't bring himself to.
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"So a hotel I think."
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He smiled then and extended a hand.
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"David Kane," he offered.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
Kat