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The shifter couldn’t help but snort. How the fae could be so careless and say something so out in the open was either very brave, or very stupid. Had a werewolf or a siren had heard the male’s words, he’d be considered a traitor for even having friends on the other side, and the shifter wasn’t looking to have another near-death experience any time soon. Still, he decided not to comment on the other’s bold statement, figuring that if the guy wanted to wind up dead, he could do that on his own.
“No, don’t thank me.” In his eyes, there was nothing to thank him for - being a police officer was just an arbitrary title as he held no actual power. Even if he did wind up catching a criminal in the act, they had ties to powerful people that were quick to get them out and put them back on the streets. “But I couldn’t tell you. My schedule is pretty shifty. Besides, can’t really bring me a meal at the station if I’m off, can you?” After all, if it was his day off, he wouldn’t be at the station.
Chaska didn’t see the point of considering everyone on either side his friend or enemy. He liked to think about it like a war. In war, soldier’s don’t hold personal grudges against one another. Hospitals care for both allies and enemies. And people always say it’s a warzone here...So he was just going by that logic. His mother and father had always been kind to people on both side and befriend them, Chaska didn’t plan on not doing that himself. Of course, he’s not gonna do anything to put the Syndicate his danger, but he’s not going to be rude or incosiderate to people just because they’re from different parts of town.
“Hence why I asked if there was certain days you were off, to avoid such an occurrence,” Chaska said with a chuckle and a shake of his head. “It’s all good. I’ll just stop by sometime. If you’re not there, I’m sure someone there will eat it.” Chaska said with a chuckle and a shrug of his shoulders.














