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"Pen. The desk in the corner— get it for me, would you?"

He says the request before turning in his seated position; full knowledge that the stranger isn’t Dr Watson. But they’re there, and might as well make themselves useful to him before he hears what they’ve brought to say.

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Eyes wandered towards the said object, narrowed in a moment's confusion before she wandered over to grab the pen from the desk. Reem looked over it in her hand before then proceeding over to the man and handing it over to him.        ❝----This one?❞

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    He hesitated. Normally, Christian would be one to deny an offer of the sort. She did suggest it to help with the cold, however, and that was something he would be glad to be rid of.             The pause lasted only briefly before he stepped forward, beginning his pursuit of the kitchen he was directed to, hardly a word leaving him.

▕ ℛ ▏   She smiled lightly at him, before heading towards the kitchen herself. She didn't say anything else for the moment, filtering through cupboards, pulling out various objects. A spoon, a couple of mugs, the chocolate, milk, as she set about making said drink.                        ❝——What did you say your name was, again?❞

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The copper haired creature would offer a slow defeated nod. Boy, was this so very embarrassing. Luckily for Isabelle the subject had been changed in the form of a few gestures. Like an animal she would follow her — expression riddled with curiosity as those honest lit hues had watch the others movements. 

▕ ℛ ▏      ❝——Oh, I do that from time to time.❞ The little deer giggled, before turning her eyes towards the shower. Normally, if she were to clean herself off, she'd go for a shower, but with the state of the other she didn't think that was the best way of going about things.                            So she turned on the shower, and left the towels on the edge of the bath for her to use after she'd finished.       ❝Everything you need's in the cupboard, there--❞ she pointed towards it ❝Help yourself.❞

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Christmas Favorites—Sweaters

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The teen peered down at her mud covered clothing and beneath the filth upon her cheek a red tint resided. First, she’d shake her head ’ no ’ to her first question and as for her second the flower would point a slim finger out at a puddle of both mud and water. She slipped like a kid with no cordination.

▕ ℛ ▏   ❝——Were you jumping in puddles?❞ she couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh at that assumption, and studied the dirty patch for a moment before backing into the house. She gestured for the girl to follow her as she headed towards the bathroom, picking up a towel or two. ❝Let's get you cleaned up.❞

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                     It did not take long for the shadows to form into a vague silhouette and the vague silhouette to form into a young woman. The words were responded to with a frown. Only once, she thought to herself, only once I’d like to meet someone who doesn’t waste my time. But there Lilith was, staring at a stranger who did exactly that. She was wasting her time. The grip around the railing tightened, knuckles becoming white in the cold light from above.

                                    “You just — what? Were you searching for someone, or perhaps something? I can assure you, most of the people living here aren’t at home at this time of the day,” Lilith stated, her voice growing in annoyance with each word. She probably would have hid it — in fact, under other circumstances, she certainly would have done that — but impatience had already snuck under her skin again and made the callous assassin quite uneasy.

                          A sigh passed her lips and her hands dissolved from the railing. Her heels made muffled noises as she moved to walk downstairs. Click, click, click; it resembled the sound echoing when pulling the trigger of her colt. Even though more silent, faint. The ferocity was there, however, and it even remained as a glimpse lingering in her gaze once she had approached the stranger and come to a halt. Pale hands clasped together and ebon hair swayed as the brunette tilted her head to the side, rose her brows. “—So?”

▕ ℛ ▏      She was quite a brave kid on normal days, any time she was within reach of home or just a phone call away from her dad (because, let's face it, he was probably one of the most intimidating people you could ever meet unless he liked you.) But today was different, today she was far from home; so far she did not know where home was, and though she held her phone by her, she had no idea where her father currently was.                          Dainty little fingers curled in the fabric of her sleeve, tugging and pulling on the purple-red knitted wool--a jumper that would have been itchy had she not been wearing a shirt underneath it. Grey hues followed the woman intently as she approached. The words she spoke lost almost in the wind of her mind; sounding more like an echo than anything else. The little deer caught some of it, a few vague words 'searching' and 'time of day'.                                 How should she answer that? She was nervous, she didn't know. This woman was far from kind. In fact, she seemed almost angry and Reem didn't like the fact that she may have been the one to have caused that anger in her. And she too felt like the woman blamed her for this as well, that some how she was going to be on the receiving end of whatever way the woman decided to express this anger.               She didn't answer for a couple of moments, the nervousness causing a blatant silence in her before she finally put her teeth back in.           ❝----I'm . . . lost-- I- I'm trying to find out where I am, miss.❞

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            "Do you have some? Does it taste good?”

▕ ℛ ▏   ❝——It's like heaven in a cup.                             Come on-- I'll get you some.❞                     She then gestured him towards the kitchen. 

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The pup will offer a quick nod of the head. Though filthy , she was filled with much excitement. 

▕ ℛ ▏   ❝——You don't speak much, do you?❞ Reem asked quietly, there was something about the other that told Reem she was simply nervous-- but she could still have been wrong.          ❝How did you get so dirty?❞

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   ”How’d you get from Camden to Ohio? Damn.”

▕ ℛ ▏   ❝. . . To where?                                     O-Ohio?❞

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"… You’re certain that this is safe, right?”

▕ ℛ ▏   ❝----Well . . . no, it's not safe-- but where's the fun in safe?❞

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A list of connection ideas for your character. They might be a bit cliché but I did the best I could.

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  “Well, where do you need to get to?”

▕ ℛ ▏   ❝I was in Camden-- in London, but I guess . . . I guess I must've blanked out-- I'm doing that a lot lately.❞

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