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Azulius nodded slowly, processing the information. It was certainly an incredible story, but there were some elements that just didn't get. Who could have set them up if no one else knew that they were White Fang? But the important bit was the relationship with Estelle, and that all checked out just fine.

"Plenty of clay, 'Faunus'," the mobster responded, making no effort to hide his frustration that Lyko still wouldn't call him by name. "I might have to sell the extra bricks somewhere else tomorrow.  It's a harsh story, though.  I'm sorry you had to go through that.  But lying to a dame you're in love with is ten times harder, and no way I can teach you everything before tomorrow.  So your best bet is just tellin' her the truth.  Admit you were there for the job, but admit you fell for her.  Tell her about when you finally figured out you were in love.  If she really loved you back, she'll understand." Having exhausted his supply of advice, he stood up, only to flop back down on his bed.

The next morning...

 "Hold up!" Azzie grabbed the husky's sleeve when Wolfe came calling. "If I don't see ya again, it's been interesting.  Whatever of my contraband you can find, you can keep.  Except my copy of  Expert at the Card Table, I promised that to a guy in C block. "

 Murphy clearly still had it out for him, if the increased numbers of death glares were any sign. There was no way to be sure what everyone was thinking, so the magician chose to assume the worst:  That the guard from the surprise inspection had let slip that his grandmother was a Faunus, and everyone now knew it. Which meant that the target on his back was now even larger. With a groan of resignation, he joined the line for breakfast, hoping to any god that cared that his last meal wouldn't be that disgusting prison oatmeal.