[center][h1][color=#AED6F1]Kolton Favreau[/color][/h1][/center]
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[b][color=#AED6F1]"[i]Not like I would steal them or anything,[/i]"[/color][/b] he mocked her playfully with a smirk as he tenderly took the bag she held out for him, quickly turning away at her comment before she could see his face. [b][color=#AED6F1]"I'll be right back."[/color][/b] Kol shook his head with a soft smile as he entered the house, pushing his overly-nosy brother out of the way as he managed to move past.

[b]"Hey Silver!"[/b] Geordon called outside to his brother's friend with a friendly smile and wave. Kol quickly walked to the fridge and placed the bag of food on the bottom shelf, walking back over to Geordon. He clapped the back of his shoulder and called over his own, [b][color=#AED6F1]"Meet you there, brother. And pray the odds be [i]ever in your favor[/i]"[/color][/b] Kol laughed a bit, closing the door behind him to rejoin Silver.

[b][color=#AED6F1]"Is it just me, or is does that kid get more annoying with age?"[/color][/b] Kol gently nudged Silver's hand with his own as he began to walk off towards the center of the District. As they walked, Kol looked back at Silver with a soft, sort of apologetic smile. [b][color=#AED6F1]"By the way, thanks again for saving our butts. I honestly think we'd starve if it wasn't for you,"[/color][/b] It was a few seconds before it dawned on Kol that she was wearing her boots and pants. He turned to look directly at Silver but continued to walk backward cautiously, [b][color=#AED6F1]"Not that you don't look stunning enough as it is, do we need to stop at your house so you can get cleaned up a bit? I don't think the Pres would much appreciate you not looking your absolute best."[/color][/b] 

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