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locke cole (lockecole) wrote in silverage,

Locke creased his brows at Lily's proposition and gave it a small laugh, just a breath of one, really. "Now why would I want that? It's okay, you can stay here if you want, I'm completely harmless," said the man with a metallic boomerang and a legendary sword by his feet. But he did flash her a completely harmless grin.

A completely complacent one, as if he wasn't ruminating on what his friend had just revealed to them.

"Honestly, though, I much prefer the company of the displaced," he shared as he leaned over to pick up his weapons wrapped in black clothing and drag the freshly emptied seat over so that he could prop them over there, making sure to place them easily so that a sound didn't give them away. "You know what they say about birds and feathers. And besides, where else can you find sympathy but from someone with a similar experience, right?" It sounded pretty basic to him.

Placing his lower arms on the table, he said to the lady, "So you're from England and a different time." What was that number she said, again? "But that's from this Earth, too, isn't it?"