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CAUSE YOU'RE TOO COOL FOR SCHOOL TABLE. Wrap this up? 
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Souls was a land that you immediately became connected with someone, which led to be connected to someone else, and rapidly enough one person would be entangled in this web of relationships and people that Khaden couldn't even begin to fathom. He had came here initially for Conri, but now he didn't even know what to think of it, so Laurel sort of seemed to not fit the picture very well there. As fast as he was becoming sucked in, the fact that he seemed so... disconnected with the rest of them wanted Khaden to know more and more about him.
A gypsy band was a weird way to put it, and Khaden cocked his ear as such. He had heard of vagrant travelers, people who had no home but a suitcase and Khaden wondered why here, why now? But with the rain steadily increasing around them the boy he chuckled to himself before he shrugged off the surplus of water that seemed to accumulate upon his shoulders.
"Esper Hollow right?" He asked, insinuating the name. The gypsy pack. "Well, Laurel, one of these days I should come on by and take a look at that." He said openly, letting him interpret it any way he desired. Little did he know that later Khaden would do much more than just visit. Nonetheless, he pushed himself up on his feet and nodded to the other.
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