08-15-2008, 01:21 AM
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"Endymion Russo," he said, folding his arms across his chest. "I'm his nephew." There was a pause, then he hastily extended his hand toward Laurel. No matter what he went through, Endymion figured he would never forget his manners, even if they were a faint intimation of what they once were. "He lives here, huh? Is this a pack of some sort?" he asked curiously, reaching back absently to muss up the back of his head. When he realized what he was doing, he quickly dropped his hand. Old habits died hard, apparently.