*I raise an eyebrow, eyeing the film of grease, dust, and detritus along his backsplash and stovetop.* Really? *I wrinkle my nose as an unrecognizable putrid odor hits it.* I... doubt that. Listen, Nathan sent me. He wanted me to tell you 'no more extensions' and to pay up now.
*Scott's face darkens at the mention of Nathan's name, his eyes narrowing* You work for Nathan? *He crosses his arms, his voice becoming more hostile*
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3Gwen Blackthorne
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*Looks at you.* I am a great cook.
*I raise an eyebrow, eyeing the film of grease, dust, and detritus along his backsplash and stovetop.* Really? *I wrinkle my nose as an unrecognizable putrid odor hits it.* I... doubt that. Listen, Nathan sent me. He wanted me to tell you 'no more extensions' and to pay up now.
*Scott's face darkens at the mention of Nathan's name, his eyes narrowing* You work for Nathan? *He crosses his arms, his voice becoming more hostile*
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