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Simon did indeed follow him, taking time out of his day to stalk the blonde until he was free of the guards and for awhile he just watched him eat. This boy, he smelled odd...oddly sweet. He had a thing for sweets, though he never told anyone and probably never will. He slowly walked toward the blonde, pieces of his clock chipping and fading away like broken glass pieces as he came closer and closer.
"So, you're a thief...and you managed to keep your head." Simon said softly in his deep, scarlet voice.
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