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[b][color=634533]Location:[/color][/b] River Port Forest
[b][color=634533]Interactions/Mentions:[/color][/b] [@mole]
[b][color=634533]Equipment: [/color][/b] Knife, drugs, and wallet looted from dope peddler
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[color=93d8f1]“You look like you need food,”[/color] he heard the elf say.

Vasco hummed as he remained laying on the forest floor. He probably did. He couldn’t remember what he ate last. Unless giggle water and nose candy counted as eats. 

Rowan’s voice broke through his thoughts, mentioning about some joint nearby with a flop and chow. Well, ain’t that the berries? Lady Luck must’ve been feeling generous - he’d figured they’d be bedding down with the skeeters tonight, serenaded by the croaking of bullfrogs.

[color=93d8f1]“Follow me,”[/color] came Rowan’s command, followed by the sound of his footsteps crunching on the leaves. Vasco groaned, reluctant to move. After a moment, he forced himself to his feet.

[color=93d8f1]“Don’t run off. We have enough problems on our hands, and remember, this is your idea,”[/color] Rowan tossed over his shoulder. Vasco had about as much idea what the elf was jabbering about as he did about the price of tea in China.

[color=93d8f1]“If you need me to carry you the whole way, just in case, let me know,”[/color] At this offer, Vasco flinched, but kept his trap shut, chomping on his bottom lip instead.

As they neared the lodge, Rowan yanked him into the shadows between two buildings. The elf's hands were in his hair. Fingers running through his hair felt... nice. Soothing almost. And Vasco found himself enjoying it a lot more than he ought to.

[color=93d8f1]“You’re a human. You smell like one, too,”[/color] the elf stated the obvious, wrinkling his nose. [color=93d8f1]“It shouldn’t matter. They don’t understand your scent yet. With your hair like this — don’t touch it, we should be able to get by until we get you a disguise.”[/color]

A low, amused rumble came from Vasco’s throat. [color=C2B4A7]“So you’ve got my smell down pat, is that right?”[/color] He leaned in close to Rowan, his breath hot on the elf’s ear. [color=C2B4A7]“Been getting a good whiff this whole time?”[/color] Smirking, his fingers traced the waistband of the elf’s trousers. [color=C2B4A7]“Good to know.”[/color]

Side stepping, Vasco eyeballed their destination. [color=C2B4A7]“Once we get our flop, I’m going shopping,”[/color] he declared. [color=C2B4A7]“Unless you want me going toe-to-toe with nothing but my mitts and a knife, I need some real heat.”[/color] He gestured at his threadbare getup.

Not waiting for pointy-ears to run his mouth, Vasco marched straight to and through the front door. True to form, the first thing he did was exactly what Rowan told him not to do: talk. [color=C2B4A7]“Hey, what’s the good word? You got any rooms we can crash in for the night?”[/color][/color]