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Caution and suspicion are always at the back of Josef’s mind when Coraline appears, of course he never lets that be known but given history, well it’s best to keep it in mind isn’t it? “I beg to differ” He offered as he smirked before playfully shaking his head. “Sooooo as much as the mundane chit chat fills me with absolute amusement, to what do I owe this pleasure?” 

Coraline could almost be offended by Josef's suspicion of her, but given her history and her penchant for dramatics, she supposes that it's fair.

"Always right to the point with you. It's a quality I almost admire," she muses. "But, fine, fine. I'm in town for the foreseeable future." And for them, for her, that can be a very long time. And she intends it to be (unlike last time).

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Rupert half-turned to look at the stranger. “Er, thank you–I can manage,” he said, with a polite smile. Of course, at that point his (heavy) shoulder bag slipped and hit most of the things on the library desk, spilling books and pencils and papers everywhere. Great.

Your muse tied mine up to stop them from trying to hurt your muse or anyone else.

“ Finally, you’re here. “

Coraline's particularly heavy sigh was accompanied by a matching eye roll. ❝Famous last words,❞ she replied. ❝So to speak. Well, most of the time.❞ Well, at least she could say she'd made an attempt (however feeble it was). ❝What are you up to anyway?❞

Mick straightened his spine when Josef came close to fix his jacket, cleared his throat and smiled. “I thought my lapels were fine, Josef.” He teased, lifting his eyebrows in amusement at the other man, his gaze dropping to his friend’s hands when they lingered. “ ... I have to go.”