Avasa sat, legs crossed, on the floor of his living room, his wet hair dripping water down his neck and shoulder-blades, a small pool of water surrounding his lean and well-muscled frame. He stared off, looking at paintings on the wall opposite him, a sad smile on his face. Gradually he got to his feet and began towel drying his hair and then
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"And in the spirit of friendship, can I ask you to do something for me?" I know I shouldn't ask, she's done enough already. And the parcel under one arm says that I'm bribing her in some way and maybe I am, but I can't exactly ask Dawn for this... not really.
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I raise my eyebrow, surprised, and set my own bags down on the floor near my feet. “I was wondering if you could keep an eye on Cassie for me? Just… check in on her?”
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"And that's fine, the gentleman in me decided it wasn't fair to let you carry it. Especially considering how heavy it is," I smile as her eyes tick curiously over to the bags. I pick one of them up and hand it to her, "Gifts."
Yes, plural. I did have more than one reason for going into the Magic Box earlier. Willow was very helpful picking it out. There are a few books and candles in there that would be of interest to a beginning witch. "For helping me."
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“Dawn’s home.”
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I'm standing outside the door and I give her another smile before giving a light knock to Dawn's door.
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