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In spite of all the swindling and scamming and stealing he does, most of his prizes get left behind.  The cache of valuables in case of emergencies makes up no more than a jewelry box stuffed into the bottom of his pack, and his actual keepsakes much less than that.  Most days, he forgets they’re even there.

Well, almost forgets.

He huddles underneath his threadbare tarp and glares at his fourth attempt at a fire as it sputters out under the downpour.  In all honesty, he should’ve resigned himself to getting soaked a good hour ago.  He snarls and kicks apart the half-burned wood all the same.

And then he sighs, grabs his necklace, and opens the locket to look at the glass-protected picture inside.  Well.  Look, may be a strong word, on a night like this, but he does see it.  Picture it.  Picture her, perfectly.  The scrunch of her eyes, the gleam of her teeth.  So happy.  So very, very different from the face she wore on the day she made him leave.

And of course, the ring, dangling on the chain next to it.  The only one he’d ever bought fair and square.

He sighs again, closes the latch, and curls up against the rain.

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Biuret test

A dim amber lit block resides inside a temporary hive complex. Its furnishings are ornamental upon wood, with cream and dusty red being its comprehensive design. Inside, a pale gray troll sits in front of a large lit vanity, their body draped in a cream colored hive robe as their finger caresses each makeup brush and jar that it brushed pass on its way to her phone. With a few flicks of her painting fingers, she peruses her selection of music before picking one that filled the room with a stringed symphony. As the pizzicato began, so too did she with applying her make up with a steady hand. 

With a dusty rose that dusted the corners of her eyeliner-ed eyes and highlighted her cheek bones; paired with a subtle hint of purple.  She slipped herself into her unzipped halter dress, her eye glancing at her phone as the auditory sound of zipping sounds behind her. "Am I over doing it, Archan? It's formal, but what if I hurt their feelings? He is only wearing a button up." As she talks, an old worn hand creeps onto her shoulder, its remaining finger and open sores trace circles on her shoulder, almost consoling her before crawling back off her shoulder and replacing himself with a sheer cloak for Heliane to fasten around her. "You're right, It's too late now to change. We only have five minutes left." 

She misted herself with a small spray with lavender floating in the liquid, before slipping on her high heels upon her stockinged feet. "I won't be long. And I expect you to be good while I am away. I can't have you ripping of hands again in my absence, understood?" With that, she blew a kiss into the darkness and closed the door behind her. She wasn't worried being early for this arrangement her and Biuret have, she was sure they would nonchalantly make their way in right on time, or they would be late because of their "Work". 

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When I see you smiling It seems the whole world is smiling too Won’t you just smile for me When I see you dancing It seems the whole world is dancing too Won’t you just dance for me That move you do I woke up to a really good day It’s just normal, and I like it that way Today is just so perfect with the breeze If only all the people Would look at the world the same way Loving hearts will paint…