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Post by Kobolos on Jun 24, 2012 19:02:50 GMT -5
The final patrons file out, he slips the watch back into it's vest pocket and slowly makes his way to the car. Situating himself inside he looks wistfully to the building, still hoping to see her there and lets out a slow sigh "To the airport then...call ahead, have them fuel the plane for Lisbon....one passenger". As the Bentley slips down the quiet street the goblin known as Kobolos fades out of sight, his story finished. [/color]
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Post by thenarrator on Jun 24, 2012 19:33:56 GMT -5
Well. As it appears, there's nothing more for me to do.
May as well go then. *presses watch. Disappears.*
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