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Rule 39	By : grimreaperchibi Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 3977 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Jak & Daxter, nor the places, people, or objects within. I make no money writing this.

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A/N: Just in time for your holiday break. Everyone enjoy the season and stay safe out there, okay?
Robin: Rayn would totally be Navi. I'll make sure Phoenix mentions it to her the next time they're on screen together. Razer will then have to suffer with more gaming allusions than he ever wanted to. And the boyfriend thing will happen soon. Just be patient.
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Rule #34 - Mind your own business and let others mind theirs.
If there ever was a time that Phoenix regretted his otherwise glorious number of ear piercings, it was now. Each piece of stainless steel seemed to be doing its level best to absorb as much of the cold as it could in order to legitmately freeze his ears stiff. Growing up where he did, the snow had never bothered him much. Here, though, it was heavy, and wet, and the wind was merciless in its attempt to drive those flakes of ice into a person’s unprotected skin. That, in and of itself, was at least tolerable. But when combined with the need to blast heat at the entrance of every building on campus, and a fair number beyond, it just hurt. Between the deep cold of his earrings and the flash warmth of the flesh around them, they maintained a dull, throbbing sort of ache until the temperature evened out—usually just in time to make the trek across campus again.
Still, he welcomed the heat that assaulted his face as he entered the dorm lobby, grateful to be out of the white hell steadily gathering outside. His fingers wiggled out of their gloves, first brushing the snow from his hair, then rubbing at his aching ears to help speed that process along. By the time he got to his floor, he decided the next course of action should be a shower to finish thawing himself out. That should kill enough time that he’d miss most of the lunch rush without missing it himself. Then he could finish up that project he’d been ignoring while he waited for his roommate to return from wherever he’d holed up these last several days for dinner and maybe a little distraction.
At least it wasn’t like mid-terms all over again. Despite today being the last of the normal classes, Razer was only about half as fussy as he’d been then; still working relentlessly at whatever he was working at, but much better about taking breaks and eating regularly. His sleep schedule was still shot to hell, though, up at ridiculous hours in the morning and back at increasingly later hours every night. Two out of three wasn’t bad, though, and Phoenix was willing to let take what he could get on the matter.
He frowned when the twist of his key didn’t produce the familiar resistance or click of the lock. He distinctly remembered locking it before heading off to his morning classes and Razer shouldn’t have been back yet, either. Yet that was exactly who looked up and over when he opened the door, turning a curious look into a critique with a single raised eyebrow when the door banged against the opposite wall. Phoenix stared back for a minute. The question of “why are you here” hung thickly enough between them, the words didn’t have to be spoken.
“Severe storm warming just came down,” Phoenix said. “Afternoon classes are canceled.”
“How convenient,” was the acknowledgement. Then Razer held up his phone, which was currently attached to a charging cable. “The battery has become as drained as I dealing with Rayn’s whining and I’m expecting a phone call shortly.”
Phoenix nodded, starting to peel out of his heavy outerwear. “I was going to go soak my head, see if I can’t dislodge the ice in my ears.”
“Please do—not only do they look miserable, but I was hoping for privacy during this call.”
That caught Phoenix’s attention for several reasons. Since the weather had decided to stay cold, the invitation to “warm up” was usually taken as an excuse to get laid. After the stunt in the SUB, it seemed prudent to not push their luck anytime soon, so all such activities remained safely in the dorm room, and Razer rarely missed an opportunity to indulge. More than that was the fact that he was asking for privacy—something he was never so blatant about. The burden of his wants rested solely with himself. If he didn’t want someone to know something, he didn’t tell them, just the same as if he didn’t want someone involved in whatever he was doing. If he wanted solitude, he went out and found it himself rather than forcing someone else to accommodate him.. It was a rare instance indeed to hear Razer even so much as hint that he wanted the sole use of their shared living space. This in turn made Phoenix even more curious as to who this mysterious caller might be. Important enough to make his ever punctual roommate skip a class to stare at a charging phone, obviously, and he couldn’t think of too many people who ranked that high in the other’s estimation. In fact, he couldn’t think of anyone…
He realized he’d been staring when Razer abruptly stood. “No worries, mate. Just let me get my stuff and the room’s yours.”
A small smile danced over Razer’s lips, mostly amused, but backed by that genuine affection that was starting to seep through more and more these days. “I thank you for agreeing so readily, but this is about answering another call before I’m attached to that phone for the next hour or so.” Then he was out the door and Phoenix tried to put his curiosity to bed, knowing this was one secret he wasn’t going to be privy to. At least, not any time soon.
Which is why, barely one full minute later, the charging phone began to ring.
He froze, half undressed, as some violin played a hauntingly beautiful melody. It took a second ring, this one with a noticed accompanying vibration, to make him realized it was a ringtone he was hearing. Phoenix pulled his shirt the rest of the way off, glanced towards the door, then back to the phone. The display was lit-up with a long string of numbers. He didn’t recognize the prefix, though he knew the length meant international. No wonder Razer had been willing to miss a class for this. His interest in who exactly the caller was increased again, amplified by the third ring. He needed to make a decision fast. Did he leave it alone and make the other party try again? Or did he give into his natural inquisitiveness, answer the call, and potentially save everyone some hassle? Well, when it was put like that, the answer was obvious.
The phone was snatched up and boggled at for a second before being answered on the start of the fourth ring. “Hello?”
“Guten Abend, Bruder!” a cheerful, young, and exceptionally feminine voice sang out happily. “Wie geht es Ihnen? Ich habe dich schrecklich vermisst.”
Having heard enough both directly and indirectly to identify the words as German, Phoenix was still at a loss of how to respond. He was saved from having to do something more than a space-filling “Uh…” by Razer walking back in. Green eyes flashed from surprised, to horrified, to angry in the amount of time it took for Phoenix to stutter out, “Just a tick,” and hand the phone back to its rightful owner. He heard a confused sound from the other end of the line as Razer snatched the device back, still glaring even as he started speaking.
Then everything in him relaxed, softened. For one ethereal moment, Phoenix saw what it would be like if all the walls and distance in his roommate was removed. There was a hard thump of his heart in his chest along with a feeling of goose-bumps breaking out on his skin. Razer was more than gorgeous—more than any descriptor he could try to find—and Phoenix found himself wanting that, wanting the man he felt so many things he wasn’t supposed to feel to always be like that, happy and relaxed and free. And it hurt that he wasn’t the one providing the experience.
The moment broke. Without giving up his conversation, Razer grabbed Phoenix’s wrist, hauled him towards the still open door, and hurled him out into the hallway. The door snapped shut, the lock clicking with an unrealized finality. Still a bit shocked, it wasn’t until a chill breeze wafted through the hallway that he realized he was standing half naked on the wrong side of the door and without any means to reenter. Then the gravity of the situation sunk in—he was stuck in the hallway until the roommate he’d just managed to piss off decided to let him back in. He supposed he could go to Torn, but explaining exactly what had happened to get him into this situation wasn’t something appealing by any stretch of the imagination. Worse, the RA might tell him to simply deal with it for the time being since it was nothing critical.
Ignoring the few floormates who were now starting to notice the distinctly underdressed freshmen amongst them, he tapped very politely at the door. There was no response. He tried again a little louder. Still nothing, though there were more people staring, several starting to whisper and jeer. Phoenix supposed he should feel grateful that he could now feel the blush taking over his ears as he slammed a hand against the door. This time, it opened, though he didn’t get an opportunity to take advantage of that fact. A towel smacked him in the face first, followed by a handful of clothes and his showering kit. He bobbled the items, dropping most of them, looking back up just in time to see the door closing again. Though his eyes were still flashing with annoyance, the teasing look on Razer’s face promised things that made Phoenix glad his jeans were still on. The door locked again, the snick of the bolt just as final as it had been before. He picked up his scattered things and calmly walked past all the now catcalling morons he shared the floor with to the showers. There, he spent the majority of his time trying to figure out the best way to extract everything that look had promised and a bit more.
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It was a little over two hours later that Razer finally emerged from their room and came looking for him. Phoenix had finished his shower and was pleased to see the other had been kind enough to include his wallet in the pile of things he’d tossed out the still locked door, even if his keys were pointedly still missing. Shoes awaited him just outside of the door, allowing him to go back downstairs for food. That killed a good chunk of time as well. The rest was waited out in the 3W common room, ducking questions and ignoring comments about having his sorry butt thrown out of his room in such a spectacular fashion.
He was partially watching something about the incoming storm when a hand touched his shoulder. Razer still seemed relaxed and amused as he offered Phoenix his keys. They were gratefully taken. “Thanks, mate. I was beginning to wonder if I needed some elaborate ruse to convince Jak to let me his floor again for the night.”
“I can take them back if you so desire.”
“And give the rest of the sodding tossers on this floor an excuse to harang me? You’ll be pulling back a stump.” He offered over the remnants of his lunch. “Have you eaten yet?”
Razer muttered something under his breath and accepted the food. As usual, the vegetables disappeared quickly, but the fries were picked at, nibbled just enough that it was possible to say they were eaten. He also seemed particularly keen towards the weather report. When he had apparently heard all he wanted, the remaining fries were given back. Phoenix finished them off and the common room was abandoned for their dorm room instead.
“You’re going to pay for that little stunt of yours, you know,” he said as the door shut behind them.
Razer looked back at him, first slightly confused, then slyly amused. “Oh, am I now?” he taunted back, teeth bared playfully.
Phoenix returned the arrogant grin with a wolfish one of his own. “Yes, most definitely.” He tried to sound grave and slightly menacing, but it was hard to when it was clear both of them knew it only to be a game. He stalked forward the few steps needed to bring them into each other’s personal space. “The only question is, are you going to take responsibility yourself, or am I going to have to make you?”
Razer leaned in like he was going to take a kiss, letting his body rest against Phoenix, but stopping short of actually doing anything. They were so close, Phoenix could feel it when Razer licked his lips involuntarily, bright green eyes starting to dilate with lust. “Make me,” he breathed.
That was all the incentive Phoenix needed. He took the as-yet unclaimed kiss, using every bit of his extra two inches to bear down and make it hard, unrelenting. Of course, Razer pushed back, hands curling into the hoodie he wore to try and drag him further down, giving as good as he got. That defeated the purpose of this game, so Phoenix changed tactics. He took another half step forward, purposefully placing his leg in the way of the one Razer would have to move to compensate for the shift in balance. That turned the active pulling into something more akin to clinging, lest he end up tumbling backwards to the floor. It also had the great side effect of pushing a thigh against Razer’s burgeoning arousal. This was taken advantage of as Phoenix slipped his hands into the back pockets of his roommates pants, where he started kneading, making Razer rub against him in a subtle and hopefully maddening fashion. Given the groan that came shortly thereafter, it was highly effective.
His control of the kiss only lasted so long, though. Since the only recourse Razer had was with his tongue, he pressed that angle, teasing back with quick invasions before retreating again, always dancing around any stalling tactic Phoenix presented. The taste of mint-edged tobacco was as addictive as ever. Had his industrious fingers not taken it upon themselves to find a way into Razer’s clothes, he might have submitted instead. As it was, they brushed over the uneven surface of the mysterious scar, which had Razer stiffen with a gasp that broke their kiss. Phoenix took the opportunity to attack the pulse points in the other’s throat, grateful to feel him melt again after the first lick. It was always something of a gamble, messing with that particular patch of skin; Razer was just as likely to lock up completely as he was to actively enjoy being touched there. Of course, that made Phoenix want to mess even more with it, though he held off on the impulse in favour of lavishing attention on the expanse of skin under his lips.
His hands steadily worked their way up, gathering cloth as they stroked warm skin in languid little circles. Razer was still defiant, keeping what noises he made quiet, and when Phoenix stepped back so that he could pull the layered shirts away, he also had to relinquish his own hoodie and shirt. He caught the other’s wrists when they tried to relieve him of more than that, pushing them both back towards the bed. Distracting Razer once more with a kiss, he felt around his bed until he found the pair of handcuffs he’d left up there. There was no way to get them on someone without their cooperation, which meant it was a bit tricky to use spontaneously. The inconvenience was more than made up for with Razer’s nearly shy nod of agreement when they were held up with an unvoiced question.
Though they’d been used a couple times since their purchase, it took a moment of fussing to remember which way was more comfortable to wear. The act of buckling a couple of leather straps shouldn’t have been sexy, but Phoenix found it to be an incredible turn-on, the way Razer offered each wrist, breathing a touch harder than was probably necessary as he watched on as well. When both heavy cuffs were secured, a simple karabiner clip connected the two D-rings together. Phoenix slipped under the linked arms, forcing Razer to stretch up into the intense kiss that came next.
The thought of keeping the other there until he was so worked up, a single touch or two could make him come undone crossed Phoenix’s mind, but there was something else he wanted to try before getting that far. Reluctantly, he dropped the kiss and retreated, directing his willing partner to turn around. Razer complied, shifting to lean against the bed frame as he did so, head turned to half watch what Phoenix would do next. More sucking kisses were pressed to the neck and shoulder line while hands trailed down his sides and across his stomach. Then Phoenix began working his way down Razer’s spine, pausing to attend every point that seemed to draw a reaction. By the time he reached the waistband of his roommate’s pants, a fine trembling had taken hold, causing goosebumps to follow in the wake of his touch. With great care, he got the pants undone and removed without too much extra touching. Razer’s back arched beautifully as he continued further down, stopping just before reaching the one other place he probably wanted that mouth teasing him to be. The whine told Phoenix he was right on track as he licked a long line straight back up.
“Can we play with some of your toys?” he purred quietly into a flushed ear, pressing slow kisses to the skin there. It took a few moments for Razer to focus enough to give an answering nod. That earned him a firm hug. “Stay put.” An unsteady breath accompanied the acknowledgement this time.
There’d been a lot of interesting odds and ends in the bag that held Razer’s collection, several of which Phoenix had then spent more than a few hours looking up what they were and how they were supposed to be used. Mostly, it had been a lesson in humility—having always considered himself somewhat well educated when it came to sex, it had been a bit startling to realize he actually knew so little. Though all of the items had been fascinating, the one that had caught his immediate attention in particular was the string of graduated beads he’d seen towards the bottom. He liberated them from the bag, as well a condom and the lubricant from the nearby dresser. His own pants were ditched on the way back to his waiting lover.
The semi-broken mood was repaired with more kisses. There was this one spot just behind Razer’s jaw that seemed especially sensitive to tongue and teeth as well as matching spots in the soft area of his hips that when massaged just right warmed the cooling interest right back up. Phoenix was pretty sure his own mostly hard cock rubbing against the other’s backside helped a lot, too. As soon as he had Razer panting softly again, he smeared lube across his fingers, giving it a bit to warm up before start the second phase of his plan.
Still pressing distracting kisses to the shoulder in front of him, Phoenix traced his slick fingers around the tight ring of muscle he planned on abusing shortly. It relaxed easily, but it wasn’t until Razer shifted his hips back that the teasing digit started prodding inward. The action was met with a purring groan. Back and forth a couple times just to make sure everything was warmed and ready before reaching for the beads. A little more lube, then the smallest bead was pressed in. At first, there was barely any response. By the third bead, Razer was breathing harder. The fifth brought back the fine trembling, the eighth added a small noise to the heavy draws of air, and the tenth earned an actual moan. Phoenix waited a minute, soothing whatever he could touch with his non-sticky hand, waiting for the edge to wear off enough that he could pull them free again just as slowly as he put them in.
The first several times, he pulled them completely out and returned to using his fingers until a frustrated noise had him slipping them back beads in. When that didn’t seem to get any better reactions, Phoenix began only teasing some of the beads out as slowly as he could before returning them in the exact same manner. That continued until he was consistently earning a breathy whine with each insertion or removal. Then he pulled them out quickly, which made Razer’s knees buckle slightly with a cry. After that, it was only the last two or three beads that were played with, pressed in and out repeatedly until Phoenix took pity and started jacking Razer off as well. It didn’t take long for the first pulse of orgasm to spasm against his palm, prompting him to pull the beads free one last time. Razer choked on a noise as he seemed to come even harder, pumping himself into the hand around him until the last few beads slipped free and he shuddered to a stop.
Phoenix held on to him to provide support, trying to ignore how desperately he wanted to get off as well. Thankfully, Razer didn’t leave him hanging for long. He turned to press a desperate kiss to Phoenix’s lips; the question of what do you want could practically be tasted on his mouth. “Suck me off.” It was somewhere between a command and a request, though the answer probably would have been the same either way. Razer nodded, readily sliding to his knees without any further ado.
Even with his wrists connected, he did a better job of opening the condom foil and getting it where it was supposed to be than Phoenix’s suddenly jittery fingers. Then it was Phoenix’s turn to brace against the bed frame as the welcoming heat of the other’s mouth nearly enveloped him completely on the first go. That talented tongue curled and twisted in all the right ways, purposefully toying with the sensitive spot just behind the head every time he pulled back. In a great display of coordination, Razer managed to stroke the base of Phoenix cock in time with the draws of his mouth while the other hand massaged his balls despite the way his hands were bound together,all without tipping over in lost balance.
A groan worked free from Phoenix’s throat, his clean hand drifting down to thread through ebon-dark hair, drawing Razer’s attention up. Their eyes locked, adding a fresh prickle of heat to wash over his senses as the knot of tension growing in his lower stomach tightened all the more. It’s also how he knew there was a thread of defiance still intact in the other. And while the little bit of teasing revenge had been earned, Phoenix didn’t have the composure to handle it anymore. So the hand in Razer’s hair tightened, replacing the bob and suck motion with a steady hip thrust. It took three or four such strokes before Razer understood what had changed. Then he complied, opening his mouth and throat to make the process easier, hands dropping away as all forms of control were surrendered.
At first, Phoenix tried to be considerate, not thrusting in too deep or yanking his partner’s head around. His fingers rhythmically kneaded the scalp beneath them, trying to brace rather than inhibit. That is, until he heard the faint tink of metal on metal. The sound chimed in unison to the draw of his hips. It confused him since there nothing on him to make such a noise. Then he realized it wasn’t him, it was Razer. Specifically, the karabiner as it clattered between the two heavier D-rings. Razer was stroking himself off as if he was being throat fucked and that was a level of hot Phoenix couldn’t handle. He pushed harder and deeper until he came with a heavy groan, able to feel Razer swallowing around him until the pressure became more uncomfortable than pleasurable. As soon as he was released, Phoenix let his knees buckle, collapsing into the still panting mess that was his roommate. He pulled Razer into a hard kiss as his hand once more helped bring the other to climax.
They came down from their high together on the floor, sharing small kisses when they weren’t simply panting into one another’s mouths. Though the room cooled quickly, they were comfortable curled close to one another. Phoenix was the one who got his wits back first, finding his feet with a groan so he could dispose of the used condom and get a towel to clean up with. He paused when Razer lifted his hands, obviously expecting to be released. Unable to resist the urge to tease one last time, Phoenix took a hold of the karabiner and rattled it against the rings it secured. “You learned your lesson yet?”
“And which lesson was that to be?” was the innocent reply. “That I shouldn’t leave you alone with my things, or that if I want a round of intense experimental sex, I should throw you into the hallways with only some of your clothes on?”
Well…he was caught there. Phoenix unclipped the cuffs, then started undoing the straps. “I was trying to be helpful,” he muttered.
“Which is why gave you a towel.”
“And the clothes?”
“…A personal plea from someone on your behalf that I could not deny.” Razer rubbed and flexed his wrists, the humor starting to drain away as he visibly took that mental back-step that separated him from everyone else. Phoenix frowned as he was brushed past. There was only one person Razer had been talking to at the time who could have made such an entreaty. He couldn’t fathom why, though, or even the how. It still took him a solid week of cajoling to get concessions like that. The clothes had been within minutes of being thrown out.
“Who is she to you?” Phoenix asked, only half aware he’d just said as such out loud. Razer paused in his redressing just long enough to prove he’d heard, but continued on without responding. It was sign Phoenix knew to mean he needed to back off, but his mouth kept going anyway, fueled by the knowledge he’d been heard and a creeping sense of hurt he wasn’t willing to think too hard upon at the moment. “Who is she?” he pressed.
Razer glared at him, ears flattening out in agitation. “That’s none of your business, but since you’re so unwilling to let it go, I’ll tell you this: she’s the only woman I’ll ever love. Now leave it alone.”
That was managed for a whole seven minutes. “She’s the one who writes you Letters, isn’t she?”
“Phoenix.” It came out as a warning growl.
“Your thing with Rayn is pretty bloody bizarre, but I get it. Well, as much as I can.”
“And you wonder why I tossed your inquisitive ass out of the room.”
“You’re the one who can’t give a straight sodding answer!” Phoenix retorted. “You spent twenty minutes explaining how you preferred men to women when we barely knew names and then the last four months proving there was barely a single exception. Now all of the sudden there’s one you love?”
“Yes!” Razer hissed. “She is mein prinzessin, das Baronin von Wulfengrad. My sister, you nosy clod!!”
Phoenix rocked back in surprise. “Sister?” That’s right—Razer had mentioned a sibling before, even though there had been no other information offered.
“That is what I said, so I can quite soundly assure you it is a familial, platonic love we share. Her name is Zelda, she is eight years my junior, attends a very prestigious all-girls school outside Berlin, adores small fuzzy animals and video games, despises the colour yellow, and sings with the voice of a seraphim. We write one another because it is tradition—our schooling took us in very different directions. She wrote to me as a way to practice what she was learning. I wrote back to encourage her. Email might be more convenient, but her internet access is limited and phone calls are expensive. The couple of weeks it takes to have a letter delivered hurts nothing, so we continue.” Razer looked equal parts hurt and annoyed as he stared Phoenix down. “Is that enough information to constitute a straight answer, or need I provide blood-typing, date of birth, and a photo ID as well?”
Hands popped up in a placating gesture as Phoenix gave himself a firm mental kick. Family was an exceptionally sensitive subject for Razer, even more so than the weird scar and his reactions to it. He never brought up anything about his life before attending Haven University on his own, only when he had to explain something. Even then, it was that Stephan guy most of the time, or some vague allusion to some of the weirder expectations he was held to. All inference without substance, and purposefully left at that. And Phoenix had just stomped into the middle of that no-fly zone like a jack-booted thug.
“Is everything okay?” he asked quietly, hands still up in surrender. This was apparently the correct things to ask next because Razer deflated some.
“On her end, more than okay. She’s been hinting all year about how much she wishes to see me during winter holiday. It is apparently a thing that is now officially happening—she got her confirmations last week. The plane arrives this following Saturday and she will be here until the first weekend of January.”
Phoenix’s mind tripped over the word ‘here.’ “Wait a tick, here-here? You’re not going home?” He frowned. “Don’t the dorms shut down?”
“Yes, here. I cleared it with campus housing a month ago. After finals, I’ll be moving into one of the efficiencies in the grad housing complex just off campus.” The green eyes that had been skinning him one layer at a time finally looked away. “If there wasn’t a need for me to be there in the summer, I would gladly never return.”
It took physically biting his tongue to stop Phoenix from asking what in the world could make him return to a place he so obviously hated. He had a feeling he already had the answer to that. Instead, he thought about his own holiday plans, which had been knocking around the family flat like a Christmas ghost more than anything else. Work didn’t stop because of the seasons for his father and his mother had gotten into a lot of heavy charity work during her vacation periods. Both would be busy the entire break, save for Christmas Day. Sure, there were other friends to hang out with and catch up on lives lived while he’d been off adventuring again. That didn’t seem as interesting compared to meeting the one person who made his icy roommate thaw so completely, though. And he needed to thank her for the plea on his behalf.
“Would you mind one more in your little party?” he asked meekly.
It earned him a suspicious look. “Forget to make your own plans?”
Honesty seemed to be the best policy at the moment, so Phoenix stuck with it. “No. Yours just sound better.”
There was a flash of surprise under the assessing pause. “You’ll have to take it up with housing,” Razer finally said, still looking aggravated even as he took on a resigned air. “She was cleared to stay because I took complete responsibility for her. Adding a non-family member to the mix shouldn’t be an issue, but one never knows what rules exist here until you run headlong into them.”
“If it’s a problem, then I’ll find something else,” Phoenix assured.
The gaze lingered for a minute longer before falling away again. “Do as you will, then,” he said, reaching for his books. Phoenix took it as a signal to get his ass in gear; he hurriedly redressed himself. If he was quick enough, he might still get a hold of someone to plead his case to before the administrative side of the school shut down as well. He paused at the door when he heard Razer swearing under his breath, though he didn’t dare jeopardize his luck so far by sticking around any longer. It was only as he was standing in the housing office, filling out the appropriate emergency housing forms that he realized there was problem with the story he’d been given. How had Razer managed to make his plans a month ago when he had only just now been informed of his sister’s impending arrival? He put on his most charming smile for the young woman helping him and instead told his curiosity to take a holiday itself.
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