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[asadmagnifique]

Who: Joan Halloway Harris and OPEN
What: Someone's going shopping
When: Day 42, Mid-Morning.
Where: Starting at the Boarding house, heading from there.
Notes: Multiple threads welcome. Joan has telepathy, so put thoughts ya want her to be able to pick up in italics

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Don has empathy. So... let me know what you want him to pick up.

[couldbebatman]

Cigarettes. Doesn't anyone here smoke?

Don jogged down the stairs towards the front door, catching sight of Joan. His thoughts, unspecific, nevertheless non-verbally appreciated the sight of her and even his face showed the hint of a smile. If he had to be here at all...

"Mrs. Harris," he said. "Good morning. You're not going out, are you?"

[couldbebatman]

Don caught her hand in his, as if she was going to let fly again. His expression was cold, commanding, his voice, when he spoke, low. He was angry, now, but at the moment his temper was in check.

"I didn't say anything about that," he said. "And you've just proven my point. If you're going to hold what's in a man's head against him, you should prepare to be a very lonely woman, Mrs. Harris."