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[xiii_pullo]

Titus had taken to checking his mailbox daily ever since Isabel had left him cookies in it the one time. Hadn't gotten much, ever since. Once, someone had left him a stick, and another time a dead bug. All in all, unimpressive

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[luciusvorenus]

"Titus Pullo," said Vorenus, all the more unnerving for his calm. "Does that letter belong to you?"

[xiii_pullo]

Pullo nearly dropped the thing, he was so startled. "What! Yes," he lied, holding it casually behind his back.

[luciusvorenus]

He ought not to encourage the other man, but the sight of his enormous friend fumbling over a sheaf was comical, and Vorenus held out his hand. "What's mine is yours, brother. Nay?"

[xiii_pullo]

"Not this time, brother," Titus said, suddenly solemn. Wasn't a good idea. Pullo had seen the way Lucius smiled around Isabel. And he was currently armed. Just wasn't a good idea, letting him see the paper.