"mmhm" Jahora said as he set off down the street. storm! Why am I so worried about Rose
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"This is it" Jahora stepped up to a simple brick house in the worker's end of town. hands sweating, and knees shaking, he tapped knocked firmly on the door and waited anxiously for it to open. "I hope Rose is okay." He said absently.
Joline's back complained profusely as she shuffled to her front door "WHOS THERE" She yelled at the top of her deteriorating lungs. The last thing she wanted was for idiot doorknockers to ruin her peaceful life. "KnoCk KnOCk, KNoCK, I'm coming you impatient fool." She swung the door open to trio of young folks. "What'dya want?" she spat.
What if Rose is hurting herself, what if she's still mad at me? Jahora jumped out of his skin when the door infront of him abruptly flung open. "I..I..ah, we just have a few questions about this house and its previous owners, may we come in?" His legs itched to sprint off after her, but his previous attempts at helping her had been largely fruitless.
"What? You the constables or something?" Joline asked
What if Rose needs me right now "Umm no we're the..uh" he trailed slowly off. what if Rose needs me and I'm not there for her, damn my conscience. "Sorry, I have to go" He mumbled then sprinted back in the direction that Rose had left in earlier.
"Well ain't he and interesting fella ay." Joline said to the girl.