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PurpleBox · Posted 06-22-2018, 12:54 AM

Ian tensed at the mention of District 3. “Ian.” He shook her hand and while he had to glance down to make eye contact it was clear he wasn’t ‘looking down’ on her. Ian was pretty tall… so he was used to having to look down yet to never put others beneath him.

“It’s Mavrik’s territory so of course it was a shit life unless you where part of his crew… and even then…. Never trust that man.” Ian said, his voice spoke volumes of experience with the hated man as he stroked his brothers hair. Tristan didn't’ question his brothers words about his previous partner.

“Oh I don’t plan on going out for a while...need to plan.” was all Ian said, he didn't get that shifty feeling from Taka so he felt ok talking about his real job a bit even if it wasnt with full confirmation. Give it a week and the other tenets of the building will have told her all about Ian and his ability to get things from the outside.

‘Breakfast’ was had in Aren’s apartment that day, Tristan going to get food for himself and Ian after he noticed the makeshift bandage on his brothers leg, the already pale boy going whiter as he pushed his brother towards the touch.

“Let one of them play doctor… lord known you don’t play it on yourself enough.” Tristan said… he had no clue who this lord was… but he’d heard the saying a few times… so he used it. Ian sighed and carefully sat himself down and winced, it was now clear that the wound had opened again and blood was seeping through the makeshift bandage he had used.

“Might as well get this over with.” Ian said with a pained grin as he carefully pried the cloth away form his leg. “Tris is right when he said i don’t doctor myself enough…” The red head was at least smart enough to admit his shortcomings in things. The wound was weeping blood, and looked puffy and raw, some signs if early infection were clear to anyone who had read any medical books or things like that.

Ian’s freckled face was pale and flush at the same time, sweat gathering quickly against his brow even though he wore a sleeveless and loose shirt.

PurpleBox Ho! Miscreant!			#51
	Ian tensed at the mention of District 3. “Ian.” He shook her hand and while he had to glance down to make eye contact it was clear he wasn’t ‘looking down’ on her. Ian was pretty tall… so he was used to having to look down yet to never put others beneath him. “It’s Mavrik’s territory so of course it was a shit life unless you where part of his crew… and even then…. Never trust that man.” Ian said, his voice spoke volumes of experience with the hated man as he stroked his brothers hair. Tristan didn't’ question his brothers words about his previous partner. “Oh I don’t plan on going out for a while...need to plan.” was all Ian said, he didn't get that shifty feeling from Taka so he felt ok talking about his real job a bit even if it wasnt with full confirmation. Give it a week and the other tenets of the building will have told her all about Ian and his ability to get things from the outside. ‘Breakfast’ was had in Aren’s apartment that day, Tristan going to get food for himself and Ian after he noticed the makeshift bandage on his brothers leg, the already pale boy going whiter as he pushed his brother towards the touch. “Let one of them play doctor… lord known you don’t play it on yourself enough.” Tristan said… he had no clue who this lord was… but he’d heard the saying a few times… so he used it. Ian sighed and carefully sat himself down and winced, it was now clear that the wound had opened again and blood was seeping through the makeshift bandage he had used. “Might as well get this over with.” Ian said with a pained grin as he carefully pried the cloth away form his leg. “Tris is right when he said i don’t doctor myself enough…” The red head was at least smart enough to admit his shortcomings in things. The wound was weeping blood, and looked puffy and raw, some signs if early infection were clear to anyone who had read any medical books or things like that. Ian’s freckled face was pale and flush at the same time, sweat gathering quickly against his brow even though he wore a sleeveless and loose shirt.
		Posted 06-22-2018, 12:54 AM