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[h2][center][color=7bcdc8]Rowan Kimb[/color][/center][/h2]
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[center][color=7bcdc8]Location:[/color] Rowan's House, Denver CO[/center]
[center][color=7bcdc8]Currently:[/color][/center]
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Rowan stirred in his bed, eyes opening slowly. He'd been restless all night, not wanting to leave the girl alone, but not wanting to be seen as creepy by sleeping next to her. He got up, giving a yawn as he grabbed a robe and pulled it on but didn't tie it. He moved out of his room, and down the hall to his guest room.

He gave a soft knock, yawning again. [color=7bcdc8]"Little one?"[/color] He opened the door slowly, the heel of his hand rubbing at his eye. [color=7bcdc8]"You okay?"[/color] He didn't really let her say anything as he glanced to her with bleary eyes and then left the room, leaving the door open. There was a faucet a little far away and then he was back and coming into the room, holding a glass of water. [color=7bcdc8]"Here.. Prolly thirsty.."[/color] He stood next to the bed, hand holding the glass out, but eyes closed.