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[uksupercop]

As a general rule, being chased down by determined police officers tends to be a deterrent to would-be thieves. Unfortunately, the ones in Sandford are either very stubborn or very thick, which is why Nicholas Angel is in the middle of his third foot chase of the week as he sprints through the door. There's a slightly undignified stumble as the

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[will_scarlett]

He doesn't recognize the uniform but clearly two men in authority, Will just freezes with his drink at his mouth and stares.

[badboybutterman]

"You been comin' in here long, then?"

Danny pops another chip into his mouth and offers the bowl to Nicholas.

[uksupercop]

He takes one absently, still transitioning from Nicholas Angel, Scourge of Shoplifters and Petty Criminals to Nicholas Angel, Average Bar Patron.

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, sirs, doors been openin' for me since February."

The chips are a decent distraction, slightly at least.

[badboybutterman]

"Reckon it seems a lot longer'n that, eh?" He grins good-naturedly.

"So, what d'you do up in...Nottingham?"

He's not prying or slyly interrogating -- he's just genuinely curious.

[will_scarlett]

"'elp me father with our family's stall near the market place, sirs."

And help Robin Hood but no need to be telling the nice lawmen that part and look chips.