[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Hospital
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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Okay, Methadone is however the fuck they want it and Buprenwhosawhatsit was also called Suboxone and came a s a white tablet. James’ lips moved silently as he repeated all the information Casper gave him. It was like trying to cram the last chapter for a midterm; probably futile but hopefully it wouldn't be a major part of the exam. Unfortunately, it always was. James nodded as he committed the information to memory, or hopefully did, and disembarked along with the team. His brow quirked at Casper; he was addressing this Ben again. So far he’d figure out this Ben person was Casper’s friend but he wasn’t speaking to him telepathically. Even though he was the son of one of the strongest telepaths in the world. 

First thing on the list after they get away from this: Ask who, and where, Ben is.

James listened carefully to Sapphire and grimaced at her explanation. Lying, sure that was bound to go well. He was terrible at it plus he didn’t exactly have a fake ID. He was going to have to use his real name and hope that he wouldn’t be recognized as that guy in the wierd cummberbun situation from a few days ago. He gave her a weak smile and a thumbs up.

[color=mediumspringgreen]“Now’s probably a bad time to mention lying isn’t exactly my strong suit, huh?”[/color] He said sheepishly