"Why?!" Jackson's rises slightly
One on one (maybe gay....)
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"why not." Colden said then walked forward feeling his way through the dark.
"So everytime you meet someone you do that?"
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" no. I don't."
Jackson opens his mouth to respond but snarls instead, "Fine. Be that way."
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"aw were you expecting me to do something."
Jackson chokes and he was glad it was dark there
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Colden felt his way through the dark room.
He sighs, looking up at the stairs and light
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Colden felt the wall then found a light switch and flipped it.
"Ah!! My eyes!!" Jackson screeches as the lights flare on.
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"aw poor baby." He said non sympathetically.
"Asshole!" He rubs his eyes furiously
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"something wrong?" Colden said then walked back over to Jackson.
"No…" he hisses, covering his eyes
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"scared of a little light?"
"It hurt! Shut up. "
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"fine."
"Pth." He sticks out his tongue and looks around
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"I am not seeing anything of interest."
"Of course not."
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"are you? Or are you not seeing anything also?" Colden asked as he looked at a shelf.
"Well. I see… Stuff… Not Bran." Jackson walks over to a pile of boxes and starts riffling through them
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"any evidence of him?"
"No… Just drug stuff. A few weapons." He draws out a army green hunter's knife.
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"Nice, Anything else." Colden said as he tossed a box aside. It contained a few things and some clothes.
Jackson looks over and freezes. He stands and walks over to the pile. He crouches down and picks up a long chain with the shape of a wolf's snarling head on it, "Bran…"
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"what?" Colden said and turned.
Jackson covered his face with his free hand, the hand with the chain to his chest, "Its Bran's…"
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"there might be other rooms here."