Weekender's

[dustin wood]

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[peregrine todd]

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[dustin wood]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 300px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 7px solid #a9c7c8;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]It didn't stay silent for long. The moment that light flicked up, Dustin lost all control over his calm manner. A loud yelp was heard, almost a squeal as the child stumbled back. His hand shot out and gripped the gate to keep from falling, but just barely. Gripping it to stay standing, he looked at the officer with shock. What was someone doing out this late?! Like he was one to say that.. Frowning gently, Dustin looked away from the bright light, covering his face with one of his hands. Fuck. He had to think quick. Panic started to rise up in the boy's chest, but it didn't stay too long - because he said the first thing - most moronic sadly - that came to mind. "Do YOU? S-Shouldn't you be off duty?". He sighed.. and stood up straight, brushing off his slightly dirty hands before squinting his eyes to see past the light. Oh, he knew this man. He was rather kind.. but usually was serious. Damn. "I ran out to get a snack - study night.. sorry. The line was really long! I got.. distracted in the story too.. ". Stepping towards the gate, eh tried to inch around him, awkwardly. "Sorry..w..won't happen again!". [/style]

[peregrine todd]

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[dustin wood]

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Credit to Memzard of BTN

[peregrine todd]

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[dustin wood]

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Credit to Memzard of BTN