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(does the name dutch not ring a bell? at all?) They evetually came into a town, Gale already being unreckognizable so he strode in, buying a cloak with a long hood to cover his eyes. Mainly because all it took was a haunting stare from him to be arrested simply because they knew his eyes. |
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....no?) Kayla darted to the nearest place to buy stitching supplies without letting her hair staying tied up |
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(oml have you never played RDR2 before? Ma'am you're missing out on life) His face was completely covered, his body unreckognizabe anywho. Cuts, bruises, less muscle, dirty. |
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no?) Kayla met back up with him, stitching stuff in her pocket. She didn't speak, her voice easily recognizable by any kingdom she'd visited or spoken in front of |
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Gale signaled for them to go, retreating back to the wood. |
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alr then....) Kayla followed like she used to, not having the energy to go any faster than a walk with the little rest she had |
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(I swear he isn't on crack) Gale eventually had to stop, vision blurring at the edges as he dragged himself over, slumping down on a tree. |
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But u are?) Kayla sat beside him, her exhaustion creeping up on her |
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(girl bye no i ain't) "Can I have that uh, needle and stuff?" He asks, biting back a groan. |
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"Yeah" She said, turning both of them so she could work. She moved quickly but just as expertly, trying to finish with a quick yet nice finished product. She didn't make a sound or hum like she usually did, just stitched and thought. |
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