Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Ishamael glanced down at the little sobbing redhead. How much he wanted to hold her, to wipe away her tears, but this, he supposed, was the best that he could do. The mention of the cat goes quietly noted.
"Very well then. I will trust you with this."
What happens if she breaks that trust goes quietly unstated.
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Date: 2006-05-01 08:52 pm (UTC)"Very well then. I will trust you with this."
What happens if she breaks that trust goes quietly unstated.