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She jumped as he prowled forth though whether it was the action or his grin he did not know. For a moment he hesitated, wondering if he had truly scared her but before the guilt could seize him and put a swift end to her contagious playfulness within him he watched her wheel around and take off into the thick of the trees. Lotte was surefooted (though this did not surprise the gangster in the slightest) and she was nimble. He was impressed as she darted out of his sight. He was quick to follow after her, indulging in her game with a soft laugh upon his lips. He was tall but svelte and even though she managed to evade him when he thought he was catching up to her. Yet still, he pursued, even when he was not sure to what end. It didn't really matter. All that had mattered was she had wanted him to chase her and he hadn't even fought the impulse to give into her whims. Whether he sought to impress her by showing that he could be more than just the serious gangster nearly everyone knew him as, or because he was wholly wrapped around her paw he didn't deign to delve to deep into.

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