Trever crosses his arms and leans back against the wall with an expression of 'I'm waiting'.
"I haven't seen him in about a year now. He was in here and a woman came in. He seemed to know her. They talked, something about his kids or something, I didn't know he had any and he got really scared and then went with her. Haven't seen him since." That comes out in a rush of words almost too quickly to be understood.
"Describe the woman," Trever says.
"Kind of short darkish red hair, wore a bit of leather and sort of smirk. Human." He pauses. "He called her Kresha...? Something like that."
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Date: 2007-12-10 06:07 pm (UTC)"I haven't seen him in about a year now. He was in here and a woman came in. He seemed to know her. They talked, something about his kids or something, I didn't know he had any and he got really scared and then went with her. Haven't seen him since." That comes out in a rush of words almost too quickly to be understood.
"Describe the woman," Trever says.
"Kind of short darkish red hair, wore a bit of leather and sort of smirk. Human." He pauses. "He called her Kresha...? Something like that."
Trever looks like he's about to kill something.