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<div style="margin: auto; margin-left: 20px; height: 160px; width: 160px; float: right; border-radius: 0%; background: url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/35/ea/f235ea0221ea0c004e80c1720700831a.jpg); background-size: cover; background-position: center center; filter:contrast(100%); filter:grayscale(0%);font-size: 0px;border: 1px double #980202;">image</div>Kepler had swept the dead body of the child into his arms when he'd passed and as he continued walking, he could acutely feel Maggie James' eyes on his back. She seemed cautious and cautious was good. That meant that she'd seen her fair share of fucked up situations and it was likely that same sense of cautiousness that had gotten her this far - perhaps even worse. Kepler himself had done some pretty dicey deeds in the name of survival, both before and after the Resurrection. As he walked, he found it hard not to glance over his shoulder at the woman. Despite how she'd frozen at the sight of the child Walker, she carried an air of strength with her almost as well as she controlled Aerion who followed along at her lead. Then, the woman asked for his name and he was all too happy to oblige. <br/>
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"My name is Thomas Kepler, though most just call me Kepler. Call me whatever you want, just don't call me Tom." Kepler spoke and as he did, he glanced back over his shoulder once more with a light-hearted smirk, to let the woman know he was in good spirits and of no harm to her. More so, he wanted the beast of a horse to know that he meant his owner no harm. As they neared the gate and were allowed in, he watched as Idris ran over to shut the gate before she gave Maggie a passing glance - cautiousness in her own eyes. Though before she allowed herself the moment for introductions, there was the business of the child. Trading Elias the child's body for the cup of coffee, he let the smell of the stale coffee wash over him. He loved coffee... but he was better off than Maggie, for she had just arrived and he had already spent the night in the safety of Havenshire's walls. Turning to the woman, he hesitated before handing the cup out towards her. <br/>
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"Care for some coffee? Water? We have food as well..." Kepler began, scratching the back of his head with his free hand. He was... foreign to the concept of small talk or niceties. Usually, that was Idris' job and he was just the muscle, brooding and strong at her side. <br/>
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Idris on the other hand busied herself with helping Elias, a man who she seemed rather fond of. For a moment, Kepler could easily see Elias being a key member of their group should they ever get larger and Idris require help in running things. <br/>
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