Lower City, Corus | Sunday Evening

[noearsyet]

George slid into an open spot at the the dicing table, greeting the other lads with an open grin and sharp eyes. They were all men he’d known since he was just a minnow - some had been wee minnow with him, running errands and picking pockets, but others were hard-eyed older ones who’d been in the Rogues’ Court for more years than George had been

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[weetinyreese]

There was something different about Kyle today. He was aware of his surroundings, of course. Little could change that. But the fear that was usually there, fear and wariness of something not human lurking around the corner, was gone. He looked about as content as a Reese ever was and that contentedness had nothing to do with the wall he was leaning against.

[noearsyet]

He knew it would be wrong to try to keep his friend here instead of going back, knew Kyle wouldn't ever be willing to agree to it anyway, but the thought still crossed George's mind as he saw Kyle waitin'.

"What, she got better things t'do?" he teased, wandering up towards him staying just out of reach of a punch.

[weetinyreese]

"Hundreds of them," Kyle replied, taking a swipe anyway. "Where have you been?"

[noearsyet]

"Hundreds? Couldn't be that bad now, could ye?" George smirked, dodging back just because. "At th' Dove. Money t'take, people t'see." He shrugged, figuring Kyle would know who he was talking about.