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He had never been this careless not when it came to the potion in the pocket of that jacket. But with the letter and looking through the books…he lost focus. “Fuck,” Apollo muttered miserably under his breath. Okay. Think, think think. There had to be a solution that would work out in his favor. He could break in. It wasn’t like he had any interest in stealing the contents of the shop only taking back what was his. But after his close call at Reds, Apollo decided not to press his luck. He could go back to Cassio and explain but that would mean admitting he was careless with the potion. Apollo wasn’t convinced that Cassio would give him a second chance with it.
Apollo brought his hands up to his face and groaned, slowly raking his fingers down his face. The truth was he didn’t know what to do. He worried if he left it alone the shopkeeper would find his jacket in the morning and rummage through it in order to find the owner. If he checked the potions he was bound to find Cassio’ potion. He sighed and peeked through his fingers to see someone coming towards him. Great. Now there’s an audience. Why did everything seem to go from bad to worse?
“They’re mine,” Apollo growled out and immediately reached out for the books. “It wasn’t like I went very far. I could still see them.” It was a poor defense considering he hadn’t seen her pick up the books and bring them to him. But he wasn’t in the mood to be schooled by someone and Apollo had lived his life constantly on the defense. He laughed dryly at her question because one, she was being nosy and two, because he doubted that he looked anywhere near alright. “I’m fine,” He answered, nodding to the door behind him. “I left something in there and I need it back.” How could he explain that what he left in there couldn’t wait til morning? “You ever have a day that keeps getting worse?” He asked as he looked at her. “That’s how today has been going for me.”
She was taken by surprise at his aggression towards her, but the surprise quickly faded. She was used to aggression and violence. She’d been exposed to both as far back as she could remember. Having a stranger snap at her did cause her some anxiety, a small discomfort before she sighed and nodded. “Alright. I’m sorry.” She already knew she had been pressing the other on behalf of their well-being when it wasn’t her business to know nor was it her duty to try to help. But she saw how upset they seemed and it had her hesitating but she could pick up on the hint that he wasn’t in the mood for any good will. Colee shrugged her shoulders in defeat and straightened her own jacket, intending to turn around when he spoke again. She glanced at the shop door curiously as she saw what exact shop that it had been.
She looked back down at him and nodded in understanding at his words. She knew that feeling all too well. “My whole life feels like a shit day that keeps getting shittier, so I get it.” That was probably the honest thing she’d ever said to anyone about how exactly she felt about herself, her circumstances. Though she didn’t know why she let it slip out, but it was nice. Even though he probably wouldn’t care about it either way, so she assumed. “Looks like the shopkeeper is gone..” Colee spoke as she looked back at the darkened store.
She glanced at the man on the floor and then looked all around them.
The streets were empty.
Colee chewed on her bottom lip and looked once more at the man. “You know exactly where you left the thing? Exactly?” She pressed, already reaching into her pocket and pulling out her wand. It had been a while since she’d done anything reckless like when she was young, she’d broken out of those habits but indulging in it to help someone, where was the harm in that?














