Snow huffed outside, wrenching open a small bin in the shadow of his stoop, placing his vegetables inside for now, to keep them cool and secure outside the house. He replaced the lock, and hung the key on it's hook inside, closing the door behind him.
"You're looking well." he spoke amiably, closing the door behind him as he entered. His trenchcoat was on a peg on the wall, "Well, except for the whole wandering around Rabanastre dressed like a tramp thing. You could have been hurt!" he had moved on, but he still counted her as a friend of his, "Why don't you have anything on you for protection?" he knelt beside his bed, and tugged a case out from under it, tossing it on the bed and flipping it open. Inside were daggers of a few different styles, along with oil and stones for care, "I ain't gonna be in Rabanastre much longer, and if you keep up this helpless waif thing, you're just gonna get killed for nothin'. You can have these."
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Date: 2010-04-05 03:21 pm (UTC)"You're looking well." he spoke amiably, closing the door behind him as he entered. His trenchcoat was on a peg on the wall, "Well, except for the whole wandering around Rabanastre dressed like a tramp thing. You could have been hurt!" he had moved on, but he still counted her as a friend of his, "Why don't you have anything on you for protection?" he knelt beside his bed, and tugged a case out from under it, tossing it on the bed and flipping it open. Inside were daggers of a few different styles, along with oil and stones for care, "I ain't gonna be in Rabanastre much longer, and if you keep up this helpless waif thing, you're just gonna get killed for nothin'. You can have these."