Gakupo shuffled in to the gym, dressed in a white and purple hakama, his katana slung over his shoulder. He didn't look nervous at all. In fact he seemed very calm outwardly, as if all was right with the world and nothing could possibly get to him.
Internally, though, was an entirely different story. His mechanical heart was racing nervously, uncertainty clouding every thought. More than anything he wished Lance was still there, but he took comforting in knowing that Sarasim had his back.
Sarasim was close behind him in her sweats and a tank top with her sword slung over her shoulder, "Good to see you again Illyria." she greeted pleasantly, her calm voice drifting on the air.
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Internally, though, was an entirely different story. His mechanical heart was racing nervously, uncertainty clouding every thought. More than anything he wished Lance was still there, but he took comforting in knowing that Sarasim had his back.
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"I sense little you. You are neither human, demon, nor half-breed. Android, how is it you have only a spark? In what manner did you come into being?"
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"That's a long story, and that's not what you called me here for," he said calmly.
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