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“You can’t go in there, dude.” Wes stuck his arm out in front of him, barring Jazz from the door. Not that it probably mattered -- Devin hadn’t let anyone in or out of that room for the past twenty-four hours. But if he couldn’t stop Jazz now…
Jazz placed his hands on his hips, his lip catching between his teeth for just a moment before he frowned up at Wes’s stony expression. “Why not?” he challenged, raising an eyebrow.
( Wes glanced back at the door, then used his long, skinny limbs to corral Jazz backwards towards the room they'd been standing in, just moments ago... )
