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Before Fidget could utter a word, Marco and Waylon were at her sides while aiming their guns at her friend. “Arms up!” Marco barked out, Waylon moving to pull cuffs from his pocket. Fidget snapped out of her shocked gaze, placing her thumb and index finger between her lips and letting out a sharp whistle. “HEY!” She pulled Marco back with some effort considering he was much taller than she was, “Ye two lose ye fuckin’ heads? Since fuckin’ when did I give an order?” She kicked the back of Waylon’s knee, causing the other to stumble to the ground. “Get back in tha house.” She put Warren behind her, though giving him space as not to invade his personal bubble. “Tha fuck is he, Fidge’?” Marco squinted his eyes, “I said get ta tha fuckin’ house.” Her tone was stony, her rifle staying by her side, but ready if the male decided to start something.

Marco snorted softly while rolling his eyes, “Wha’ever.” He muttered as he turned to walk off. Once he was at a safe enough distance away from them, Fidget turned to face Warren with a worried expression. “Wha’s wrong? Why ye here?” Her tongue darted over her bottom lip with a single swipe before her lips had formed a line etched in worry.

The sound of a metallic jingle of the cuffs coaxed the demon's wrath and smothered his patience. His middle and thumb ignited a small spark of magic, a fleeting little lick of a teal flame that appeared as fast as it disappeared.

Although Warren was prepared to spill blood to stay out of cuffs, it was clear Fidget wish for a different outcome. The loud whistle had him physical, but silent flinch and reassess the situation. He listened to the scene unfold, followed the sound of her steps. He took a glance out from behind his cover, his eyes tracking the two males movement as they stepped away. It was only when they were a good distance away that he stepped out from behind the tree. In good faith of course, she had defended him, she deserved a dash of trust.

“Oh, sweetheart, where do I even begin.”He responded , offering a smile of reassurance at the sight of her concern. No real damage was visible on his body, but his attire was filthy with dirt, grunge, ash and several shades of blood (most of which were dry). “I suppose.”He leaned against the tree, the corners of his lips tugging down into an exaggerated frown. " I could pin the start on a bad cup of coffee."Wasn’t a complete lie.

“I need a place to lay low.”He cut the bullshit and push himself off his post to step closer. His movement a little sluggish and his footing carefully placed. With his recent luck, he half expected to face plant. Of course he didn’t. “ A colorful concoction of enemies is going a bit fan girl nuts, and although I’m highly flattered and normally ecstatic about all the attention, they don’t quite seem to understand the concept of space. ”He explained. “So a place where I could rest my head for just a night or two would be ..”A short pause to think of the best word. “ideal?”

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