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Jameson Bond / / Location: Town street / / With: Charlie _amaranth_ and Dante Writer_Princess53284 / / Mood: Skeptical
Inner Jameson rolled his eyes while outer Jameson smiled cool and calm without a care in the world. "Alright then, it seems we have an adventure ahead of us." He winked at Charlie before picking up the pot of coffee and pouring himself a cup with a flourish. Despite his usual choice in employment Jameson had worked at a Denny's while in high school. His foster parents at the time didn't care to pay for his gymnastics or martial arts fees and uniforms so he payed for them himself. Half with money he had earned legally and half with money he earned less legally.
He set the pot down again and took a sip from his cup, enjoying the moment. Two people who actually thought he was a good person, a horribly decision really, were sitting with him at a real table with a homemade breakfast including bacon and not too bad coffee. Plus he had gotten a real shower with hot water where no one rushed him. Two weeks without those kinds of amenities may not seem like long, but it was. While Jameson was built to withstand most anything, he was a man of taste. Taste that made him want an island in the tropics where he could escape to alone and tan on the beach to his hearts content sipping rum from a coconut.
Bringing his mind back to the moment at hand he asked a follow up question, "When do we plan to leave?" before grabbing some toast and slathering butter and jam on it.
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