02-03-2008, 10:51 PM
"Put the sword down," said the laid-back Slade, placing a hand on Hezza's shoulder. "It's your house, Hezza. We don't have much of a say in it. But thanks for considering us."
The black-haired man turned to face the, surprisingly calm, man, smirking.
"If you don't mind me asking, Mayor Kyameron, why are you here?" he asked. "The our mayor's home is quite a ways away from here; I'm sure there is somewhere closer that you can stay."
He placed his rear on the couch's armrest; he loved that couch to pieces. It's like it had a magnet in it and Slade was a block of metal. Slade usually wasn't this talkative, but he saw how uneasy Hezza was becoming. She wasn't usually as jumpy, and he noticed this right away.
"No disrespect or anything, sir."
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