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Remember: everything Feitan Portor says is made up.
*you is at home, laying low between jobs. Walking from the kitchen into the living room with a plate of food, there is a dark-clothed figure sitting on the couch who appeared without a sound.* *Completely unfazed, you smiles, handing the plate to him, before making another.* *Feitan looks at the plate of food, an almost indistinguishable smirk on his lips.* “Thanks, you.”
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