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'Oh?' With who Ronin was, Ever had assumed that everything from their plates and pots to their bedlinens were from Safrin. Blinking back his surprise, Ever itches at his forehead. "That's probably safer." He agrees of talking to other people first, rather than trying to acquire first-hand information themselves.
Gaping openly (which hides the pang of panic he feels—what if Mateo's writing is messy? What if he misses important details? What if he doesn't colour categorize his notes?) Ever forces himself to nod. "That definitely sounds like the right way to go about it." Biting the inside of his cheek for a moment, the boy suddenly brightens. "What if we put up posters? Asking people to come and recount their experiences? That way they can come to us, instead of just having to wander around?"
Gaping openly (which hides the pang of panic he feels—what if Mateo's writing is messy? What if he misses important details? What if he doesn't colour categorize his notes?) Ever forces himself to nod. "That definitely sounds like the right way to go about it." Biting the inside of his cheek for a moment, the boy suddenly brightens. "What if we put up posters? Asking people to come and recount their experiences? That way they can come to us, instead of just having to wander around?"
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