Jun. 14th, 2018

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[We're just gonna assume it's closing in on Curfew and maybe Steph's chilling because walking is a bit of a pain for her right now. They haven't spoken much yet, but here he is, knocking politely on her door frame.]

Pardon the intrusion...may I come in?
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[Hi, my generic starter involves Ion lost in thought and accidentally rounding a corner into a person, so that's what's happening here--sorry, Sousei. He drops his staff in the shuffle and quickly hurries to pick it back up, already spouting apologies.]

Oh, no, I'm terribly sorry! That was completely my fault--you're alright, aren't you?

[And then his eyes land on Sousei's scars...and his smile falters. Normally, he wouldn't pay them any particular mind (that would be incredibly rude), but the thing is...he has them: those same exact scars. But...how could that be possible? It stuns him to silence.]

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