George put out his cigarette. "No matter what, we can't let him stay at our house any longer.""But what about Queenie?" asked Yvette."I'll talk to her. Don't you worry," said George.…Queenie's room was seized by silence. Ever since they came back, she'd been staring at Nox weirdly. Nox wondered why that was."Why are you staring at me, Queenie?"Queenie said nothing. A moment later, she asked, "Nono, what kind of work did you use to do?""Me?" Nox was surprised by the question about his past."Yeah.""Why do you ask?" Nox turned around, smiling at Queenie.A pause later, Queenie said, "It's just… Well, you fight really, really well.""I fight really well?" Nox arched an eyebrow."Yeah. The Thunder Dojo guys are trained in the martial arts, but you beat them back easily," said Queenie. "I thought you used to be a mechanic, but now you feel more like a professional bodyguard."Nox almost spewed.Queenie continued, "Tell me, Nono. Were you a bodyguard? Did you wear a bla
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