[color=gray][b]Jason Alexander
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"Uh..."[/color]

Wait, wait, wait, hold the hell on a second. When'd this place get so damn crowded? In like half a minute we'd gone from two people to four, all of us taking up this hallway. And on to of that, for that matter...

Why the hell is everyone else here so damn cute?

[color=gray]"Yeah, sure. Jason."[/color] I responded, a bit off-base in an understandable manner because of those damn sheepish doe eyes. I needed to avert my gaze quick, before I got sucked in...

Doing so, I found myself faced with another problem— Cyare Staunton, an elegant and shapely ladyknight type chick that Lux would get along great with, from first glance.

More specifically, the two Rooks on the field.

Crap. Go somewhere else, eyes, before you get us killed.

I took an intense interest in The bridge of Kaia's nose. It would have to do in a pinch, and was by far the safest option. Sasuga, me.

[color=gray]"So, you can handle it from—"[/color]

"Yo, sleepyhead, I got us a job."

It's a weird fucking day when that voice saying those words is a relief to hear.

I turned to Lux, affixing him with my usual impassive gaze.

[color=gray]"So what is it? And it ain't wasting away, it's living low-stress. Good for the heart and all that."[/color]