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[confiscated]

left u something by ur door. no worries if ur busy, just. get it whenever.

[It's a holiday Tate's not sure everyone celebrates - hell, he's not even sure he celebrates it in reality, but he does feel a small compulsion to give something to the people here he's come to be closer with. So in plain brown paper wrapping he's left something for Nick, in the form of a leather satchel, which holds inside a set of brass knuckles wrapped in paper too, the words 'if the magic shit doesn't cut it' in Tate's scrawl on top.]