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i. 35 Portland Row
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Huh, George won the bet." Lockwood spoke as he messily crossed out the name of the girl, who was gasping as if she was in a soap opera, run out of the agency. He glanced at Jude, who was standing next to him reading the list of sloppily crossed out names on the yellow notepad. He did not respond but he was listening, even if his eyes did not show it. The corner of Lockwood's mouth twitched at the distracted Jude.
"Was she gasping or screaming at the ghost jar thing?" Jude asked mindlessly, his hazel eyes finally looking at Lockwood. He always had a habit of asking questions out of nowhere and Lockwood absolutely lived for it.
Lockwood grinned, "Oh a gasp, definitely. She sounded like those depressing comedies that are so bad they need the sounds of people gasping." He joked and Jude cracked a smile, a small chuckle slipped his lips. Lockwood smiled at the small sound, proud that he made Jude at least chuckle even though he did that ritually.
The small moment was cut off between Lockwood hearing the nervous and slow stride of George, the floors creaking at his every slow, step. "You win. There was one more." George spoke up, his nimble finger fixing his glasses shyly.
"No, you win." Lockwood answered in a matter of fact way, his eyes checking the list. "I checked the list, that was the last one." Jude's eyebrow raised as he glanced at the crossed off list then back at George, who was standing in front of a girl. Jude stared at her for a second, lazily judging her then shrugging, turning his focus back on Lockwood.
