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I suppose so. He's just a kid, really.

Would you like to go get something to eat?

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I'd love to.
Got any place in mind?

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Do you have an opinion of Honestea?

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Never been.
But I'll try anything once.
Can Dief come?

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He won't be allowed in, but we can get take out and go to the park.

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That sounds nice, actually. Like a picnic.

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Exactly like a picnic. When's a good time for you?

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How about tomorrow?

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I'm available. Around noon, perhaps?

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You got it, sexy.
See you then.

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ah, I've been taught how to express my response to this sort of thing over text:
u///u

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you're freakin adorable.

[understood]

Thank you kindly. You're very charming, yourself.

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[Faith shows up outside of Honestea the next day, leaning up against the wall by the door. She's not in anything particularly fancy, just her usual tank top, blue this time, and jeans. It's been far too long since she's seen Benton so when he approaches she's got a broad smile on her face.] Hey, you.

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[ As soon as he sees her, he breaks out in a goofy, crooked grin, apparently struck speechless for a moment by her mere presence. He waves, though, and by the time he's got close, he's managed to pull together at least two syllables. ]

Faith. Hi.

[ He's dressed a little differently, thanks to Huaisang and Andy's suggestions, in a fitted v-neck and a utility kilt. He's still wearing his riding boots, though. The outfit comes together well, but it's probably a surprising look. ]

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[His reaction sends a warmth down to her belly. Why did he have to be so goddamn adorable? She pushes off from her spot on the wall, taking a moment to take him in. It's quite the look to be sure. She invites herself to his arm, hooking hers into his.]

Love the kilt. [It actually works pretty damn well on him.]

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Thank you kindly. You look— you look lovely, as always.

[ He was a little worried she'd think he looked silly, so while he doesn't exactly slump, his shoulders do relax a bit in relief. ]

Shall we go in and order?

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[Sure, he kind of looked like he just stepped off the Scottish Highlander or a Ren Faire, but he looks good all the same. Faith tugs his arms closer.] Let's. Don't want to keep Dief waiting too long.

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Just so.

[ He lets them in to the cafe so they can grab some takeout sandwiches and pastries. ]

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[Faith grabs their drinks too, and once they have all the food, she follows him out the door, but not before giving her iced tea a sip.]

So, this new sub of yours. Tell me about him? You said he was young?

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[ Fraser likes Honestea because they offer a bark tea option. Just the best. ]

Yes. I think he's seventeen or so, but—a young seventeen. I'm a little worried about him.

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Is it just because he's young? Buffy is seventeen. I worry about her too. I know she can handle herself...

[Or at least she hopes so. She's strong.] But still.

[understood]

It's not really about chronological age, no. But he's... used to having a certain amount of safety that he lacks, here, I think, and inexperienced in a number of ways.

[ Fraser doesn't think he's weak, and wouldn't exactly call him sheltered, but he's just a normal, nerdy, kind of anxious kid. He shouldn't be in a place like Duplicity. ]

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I hate this place more every day. [Because yeah, someone like that sounded like the sort to be chewed up and spat out here. Faith's not even sure she's can handle it all herself.] I could ask Buffy if she knows him? Maybe she can keep an eye out for him too.

She's been trying to form some kind of group or regular get-together with all the teenagers. Give them a space and time that's just about hanging out and not about... Duplicity shit.

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That's a good idea. It's important for them to have time to socialize with their peers.

[ Sometimes Fraser really sounds like some kind of walking manual. ]