T. Taubert

T. is 18 years old. He is the Cat Burglar of Ridley Gone Rogue. T. is also known as "Neander". T. is located in New York at ~ La Petite France ~.

T. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to recon location in order to get ahead professionally.

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Mood 100
Health 84
Marbles 717
Cash 547,900.10 M$
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Days Active: 1260 days

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lying in between the memories 1/2


“Your ex-wife.”

“Yes.”

“She popped out of nowhere.”

“Mmhmm.”

“At our store.”

“Yup.”

“And just like that, you’re gonna get your identity back?”

“Well, I highly doubt it’s gonna be that easy.”

Eli was pacing his bedroom, clearly more shocked than Trent himself, while Trent sipped his third Red Bull of the night, sitting on his bed, completely unfazed.

“Wait. You left something out.”

“Did I?”

“Yeah, and it’s very fucking important, man.”

“Okay…?”

Is she hot?

“Dude.”

“I’m serious. You’re a good-looking guy, but I haven’t seen you put your hands on a single human being since I met you. I have a hard time believing—”

“She’s hot,” Trent interrupted before Eli could keep being an asshole. “Or. I wouldn’t say hot. She’s just…” He trailed off, picturing her. Those sparkly, mostly teary-eyed blue eyes. The long, fiery-red locks. The elegant lines of her face. Her fingers, so thin and graceful he almost wanted to draw them.

Then, almost on an exhale, he admitted, “Beautiful.”

Eli stopped pacing. Just stood there, staring at him for a second too long.

“Shit,” he finally muttered. “Now that’s a look I’ve never seen on your annoyingly perfect face.” Trent let out a short laugh and took another sip, hiding behind the can. Eli narrowed his eyes. “Do you think deep down you’re…” He wiggled his fingers vaguely. “You know. Still in love with her?”

“How? I don’t even know her.”

“A part of you might. She was your wife.” Eli flopped onto the bed next to him. “Maybe that’s why you haven’t fucked a soul all these years. What if you were… unknowingly faithful to her?”

Trent snorted. “What if I’m just that boring? Maybe I didn’t have sex with my wife, either.”

Eli let out a full-on guffaw. Then, shaking his head, he said, “That look you just had? That’s the look of a man who could barely keep his hands off his woman.”

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Posted 3/25/2025, 7:00 AM

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