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"You had this place built?"

"Yeah." Leon said, with nothing added to explain. It was a blunt and abrupt tone of voice that could have been misinterpreted for rudeness. He just wanted to cut the conversation short. It was easier that way.

"Still sleeping, B?"
"Couldn't you have wiped yourself dry even a little bit!?"

"I like baths." He informed her as he pulled away from the embrace, though that point was rather obvious. "They are warm...well it was rather warm. Now I am VERY cold. Leon actually tried to kill me in there." Beck said in a rather child like manner, though it was rather depressing to see him shivering like that. "And we are late so no! Where is Millie? She is meant to be here soon!"

"Does Beck always get you this wet in front of company?"

Beck chuckled lightly raising his eyebrows at her question, though he countered back perfectly. "You should see how wet I get her away from company..." Leon made a sound of sarcastic gipping before returning to puff from his cigarette. That was before conversation drew dark of course.

"Jesus man. Did you count cards in a mob run casino or what? You must have really pissed someone off."

"Something like that..." Beck said in a quiet tone. He didn't sound defensive or angry, he sounded weak. His posture was pathetic. It was like he was reliving every memory from when The Emeralds carved "caught" into his back. You could see it in his eyes. "They were very pissed off." He ended his speech. It was horrible to note the scar from the stab wound on his front too, but that had healed well thanks to Millie's work, where as the slices on his back were made to remain forever. Bex had to be catching on that something dodgy was going on in the group, he just hoped she didn't care enough to pry.

As Beck left to get changed, Millie walked through the door. She wore a simple black crop top, skinny jeans and loosely laced combat boots. Her crimson hair casually flow down her back to her shoulder blades. She appeared less intimidating then usual, but maybe that was just due to the fact she had thrown on some travel journey clothes. "Morning." She greeted, though didn't make any exact eye contact with Elisa.

The woman placed her bag alongside Beck's messy shit pile and though she never communicated with her, she headed in the brunettes direction. Millie placed two fingers under Elisa's chin and proped her head up slightly, examining how her wound was healing upon her throat. "Good..good." She muttered, checking once more before she spotted something from the corner of her eye. "Oh...Is this what Beck has been up to lately? I thought he didn't paint and stuff anymore..." The redhead pointed over to a cluster of scattered art pieces on the counter. Some were the oddly coloured canvas paintings of landscapes he had produced with his father, some were lazy comic like sketches of people including joker along with some seemingly self created characters and last of all a very large messy charcoal sketch of Elisa. It was simplistic and beautiful and you could not fault the likeness, but it was pretty noticeable that he had drawn her at a healthy weight as she lacked the sunken cheeks and edged bones...