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[h2][color=silver]Ferrin Astra[/color][/h2]
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Ferrin was totally caught off guard.

[color=silver]”Old man?!”[/color]

He hung his head. [color=silver]”Old...man?”[/color] He repeated.

He turned to Jamie, with a pitiful look on his face. He held up a shaky hand and pointed a metal finger at himself. [color=silver]”Do I...look like an old man to you?[/color] 

He looked down at himself. [color=silver]”I’m...old? ImeanI’monlyinmyuppertwentiesIknowIcouldbepushingthirtybutIreallydo’tfeelthatoldamIreallythatold?Iknowmyjointssometimesacheand-“[/color] He took a deep breath. [color=silver]”I’vebeentoldIhaveanoldsoulbutI’mnotrealyreadytobeanoldmanyetbeforeIwasevenamiddlagedmanIjustfinishedbeingayoungmanandnowthiswhippersnapperiscallingmeoldandI’mnotsurethatI’mthatoldyetIthinkIneedacorner...”[/color] Muttering inchoherently Ferrin walked over to a corner, put his knees to his chest, and rocked continuing to sputter nonsense as a small cloud of depression hung over him.

[color=silver]”I’mnoldyetpleasedon’tcallmeoldI’mnotreadytobeoldyetpleasedon’tcallmeoldIstillhavealotoflifeinmeI’mnotoldsopleasedon’tcallmeold...”[/color]

[@Caits]

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[center][h2][color=0076a3]Colt[/color] and [color=red]Claire[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=red][i]Is she...?[/i][/color]
[color=0076a3][i]Yeah, maybe we found someone who can actually stand you.[/i][/color]
[color=red][i]Not funny. Want me to handle this?[/i][/color]
[color=0076a3][i]Of course not.[/i][/color]
[color=red][i]Ya sure? She would look mighty funny with that dress seared off.[/i][/color]
[color=0076a3][i]You are incorrigible. No. A little charm magic doesn’t phase me.[/i][/color]
[color=red][i]Oh yeah, you’re a literal walking cold shower. You wouldn’t pop an [/i][/color][color=0076a3][i]Ahem, sister[/i][/color][color=red][i] if you walked in on a hooker convention at a whore house.[/i][/color]
[color=0076a3][i]You are the crudest, most disgusting person I know.[/i][/color]
[color=red][i]Thank you, I try.[/i][/color]

This conversation happened at the speed of thought, so the there was just a second’s worth of hesitation before Elane felt a cold feeling against her lower body. Looking down, blue-eyed Colt was holding up a hand in the universal back-off gesture, but his hand was also softly glowing with cold, blue magic, condensation drifted down in a haze. The cold was so intense it could be felt from several feet away. [color=0076a3]“Back off please.”[/color] He asked her politely, sounding more amused then anything. He smiled disarmingly at her. [color=0076a3]“I’m willing to talk, but not like this.[/color][color=red] Yeah, at least buy us dinner first.”[/color] Claire chimed in. Colt snapped their head to the side, as if shaking off an irritating insect.[color=0076a3]“Stop that.”[/color]

[@PandaBrady]