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font-size: 12px;">It really is funny how talking about theft has become as mundane for him as talking about the weather. While he can't remember who he used to be, he highly doubts that he'd been living a life of crime. On the rare occasions that he assists Cam (his ability to shift his appearance is a great asset when trying to distract and sneak into places), he never really feels the same exhileration that Cam gets out of it. Not that she only does these things for the thrill of it. Before Dani moved in with her, it was her primary way to survive. Even now, they make far more money with Cam's schemes than with his weekly pay at the café. While he wishes that Cam had a safer job, she's at least excellent at it, so he doesn't worry too much.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9932cc">"You gave it away? Aww, how sweet of you,"</span> he coos. He's teasing, but it <i>is</i> a sweet gesture. And entirely unsurprising to him. Despite being a thief, Cam is a surprisingly generous person who apparently refuses to subscribe to the idea of "every man for himself." She saved his life, after all. She didn't have to take him to the hospital when she found him on the ground, and she certainly didn't have to take him in. But she did, and she'd do it for a lot of other people, too. She's just a good person like that.<br/>
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The mention of the pawnshop guy makes him frown. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9932cc">"Are you sure?"</span> Okay, so he doesn't really feel comfortable with her working for <i>every</i> person involved in organized crime. The respectable ones, sure, but he'd rather his best friend not hang around notorious slimeballs. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9932cc">"I'll be gettin' paid soon enough, do you think that's necessary?"</span> Cam is looking toward the window, too, seemingly contemplative. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9932cc">"Wait — you mean <i>today?</i>"</span> His eyebrows knit in concern, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9932cc">"I don't think that's a great idea, darlin'. I've heard the weather's supposed to just get worse as the day goes on."</span><br/>
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The clock on the wall is close enough to six o'clock now that he feels little guilt in asking to leave a bit early. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9932cc">"Give me just a sec and we can walk home together, aight?"</span> He'd rather she didn't have to stand around waiting for him to finish up.<br/>
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After a successful chat with his manager, he goes and gets his coat, avoiding looking at any of the small mirrors he passes. What's the point when he doesn't know <i>who</i> the face staring back at him is? He returns to Cam quickly, flashing her a pair of fingerguns. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9932cc">"Alright, good to go!"</span> He walks over to the door, holding it open and gesturing exaggeratedly for Cam to pass him. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9932cc">"M'lady,"</span> he snickers, tipping an imaginary hat.</div><div style="
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