"Yeah." Her tone was non-committal, her expression verging on pleasant. She folded her arms and kept staring down the alley, waiting.
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01-30-2015, 02:27 PM
He scowled and ground his teeth. "That's it? That's all you have to say? What if she followed me? Hmm? He seemed irritated by the apathy displayed.
She's gettin' to ye already? Flit yer gettin' soft. 
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02-02-2015, 01:02 PM
"Ye that pathetic?" Her voice was amused, in a cold, cruel way. She still didn't look at him.
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02-03-2015, 11:36 AM
He scoffed at her verbal jab and stepped closer to Zhi with a scowl. "You know, you could show a little gratitude. The crap I've been dealing with since you've been gone and...." He paused not wanting to bring the other one up."
Awww...scared? "This Jacket is obsessed with you....if she throws you in jail what good is that you came back? I'm just trying to help you out." He didn't raise his voice, it was calm and collected as if stating a simple fact, though he did jab his finger at Zhi the last three words for emphasis. A slow sound of clapping to the side and he dared not look as he knew she was mocking him. Limsa's finest....everyone's hero. More clapping. Slow. Mocking. And his scowl hardened as he heard it.
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02-04-2015, 12:34 PM
Zhi raised an eyebrow, eyes flickering away from the alley for a heartbeat to look down at him before she resumed her vigil. "I ain't got no need fer men what break at th'first sign o' heat. Gettin' wound like a bitch wi' a litter ain't never solved naught, Flit. Ye weren't followed an' I ain't 'bout t'sit here bitin' at me nails wi' ye. Now settle yer ass down, understand?"
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02-04-2015, 02:47 PM
He sighed, knowing he wouldn't get anywhere with her on the issue.
"Fine...I'll settle." He crossed his arms and looked around. Scowl was still on his face. "See? I'm settled." Turning back to Zhi, he asked with a polite yet somewhat grumpy tone, "So where is this person of yours, anyway?"
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02-04-2015, 03:13 PM
Zhi tucked her chin and called out: "hear that? No more reason fer yer skulkin', old man. I've questions t'ask."
Silence greeted her words, then a low chuckle. The Keeper who came out from the shadow of the alley was of advanced age -- unusual to see in this part of the city. He pushed a cart before him, and it was almost unnatural how quiet the thing was. It was packed with crates of various bric-a-brac and bundles of fabric that looked grey and featureless in the dim light. He had a lantern with him, hung over the edge of the cart, which he lit with a few flicks of the flint and steel he carried with him. He was stooped, and walked with such deliberate care and stiffness it could almost be assured his joints were swollen. "Holding court at me stall, are you?" His voice was low and rumbling, with that characteristic rasp some men gained with age. "Waitin'." There was no bite to the retort, only tiredness. Zhi looked from the miqo'te to the lalafell, and back. "This's Flit, an' this's Keto'to." He nodded as he began to unload his cart onto the various crates, arranging things to some internal compass.
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