the star of northland
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Thread Topic: the star of northland
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"An accident? You call kissing a droid 'an accident'? Because that's not what it says on the tabloids," the officer spoke, taking a step closer. She looked Quinn up and down, her eyes narrowed. "I suppose that is all I have to ask of you, for now." She backed up, exhaling. "If you do happen to spot the fugitive, I hope you're aware it is wrong to not speak up about it. You got that?"
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Quinn nodded, hand balling into a fist. ‘Of course.’
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The officer nodded and turned, walking off. Elliot sighed as he slumped back on the couch, rubbing his face. "Thank you, for not ratting me out," he spoke once the apartment door was shut.
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Quinn sat back down, leaning back. ‘You’re all good,’ he said quietly, rubbing his temple
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"I- I know this must be causing you a ton of trouble," Elliot muttered, folding his hands and staring down at his lap. "I really would leave but, y'know, can't really go anywhere with this." He gestured to his injured leg, sighing.
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Quinn nodded, looking up at the ceiling. ‘Yeah. I just hope you know how much trouble this could get both of us in,’ he said, rubbing the corner of his eyes.
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"I do," Elliot murmured, nodding, "but I also know how much trouble I'll be in if I get caught. May as well dig my grave now..."
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Quinn sighed, propping his legs up on the coffee table. ‘You’re not dying on me, dude. We’ll get through this somehow.’
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Elliot looked over at Quinn, a small smile appearing on his face. "Thanks," he muttered quietly, rubbing his hands together.
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Quinn smiled weakly. ‘Do you need anything else?’
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"No, I- I think I'm alright," Elliot replied, glancing over at Quinn.
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‘Are you sure? Fresh clothes, a shower..?’ Quinn asked, glancing at him.
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Elliot opened his mouth then paused, an awkward chuckle escaping his lips. "That'd be nice, actually," he said, crossing his arms over his chest,
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Quinn chuckled softly. ‘You can borrow some of my clothes. C’mon, I’ll help you to the shower,’ he said, standing up and offering his hand to Elliot.
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Elliot moved his hand, taking Quinn's and standing up hesitantly. He slowly rose to his feet, taking a step. He groaned in pain and wobbled, flinging his arms out and clinging to Quinn's torso. He flushed red, glancing over at him. "Sorry, just- lost my footing for a second there," he mumbled, chuckling awkwardly.
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