[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Apartment
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]

Before he could apologize, she was gone. He’d been so focused on not separating Havok’s head from his shoulders, James had apparently missed a crucial part of the conversation. Fabulous. He’d make that a point to get to before the end of the day, at the very least, but right now he was feeling emotionally wringed out. He leaned his head on Casper’s shoulder, chuckling as Casper rambled on about a waffle shack. [color=mediumspringgreen] “I haven’t been on the lookout for magazines, hon. But we can ask around when we’re out, if you want.”[/color] James replied, pushing himself to his feet and offering Casper a hand up. 

[color=mediumspringgreen]“I’m good to go whenever everyone is.”[/color] James replied to Echo, glancing over where a little group hovered near Zari. Whatever was going on didn’t seem life threatening so James wrote it off as nothing with a sense of relief; he’d just gotten everyone back on their feet and he wasn’t eager to see anyone else need his help. [color=mediumspringgreen] “Oh, babes let’s get your-”[/color] James blinked. [color=mediumspringgreen]“I was going to say let’s get your stuff situated in our bedroom but I guess we probably should get you some stuff first. We can do that today too if you’re not too worn out once you get some food in you.”[/color]