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[apatheticflames]

.. well, this is.. startlingly familiar. /He frowns, glancing around and clutching the all-too familiar ID bracelet and ticket in one hand, his sword out and ready at his side as he wanders about

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[dreamerspark]

*is walking by and- blinks*

Marron...?

[apatheticflames]

/blinks, and smiles a little in recognition/ Sora. It is good to see I have not been forgotten.

[dreamerspark]

*smiles warmly* You came back! And you remember me, too!

[apatheticflames]

/raises an eyebrow at him, giving him a once-over with what may be a small, amused smile/ Your enthusiasm is difficult to forget.

[change_just_is]

You new around here?

[apatheticflames]

Ah, not precisely. I was here previously, and... sent home, it would seem. /frowns a little/ I have been assigned new quarters, however. I hope not much else has changed for the worse, since my absence.

[change_just_is]

[He raises an eyebrow, surprised]

You're the second person that's happened to in a short amount of time. Odd.

[apatheticflames]

/he gives a small nod/

That does happen occasionally, here. I had been here long enough previously to witness it on multiple occasions. It is always so seemingly random, even the results upon their return. At times they recall nothing of ever having been here in the first place.

/casually wiping some invisible dust from his sleeves with a slight shrug/ May I ask who it was that has been affected this time?

[thesoulbound]

-=Busily studying again in the clinic=-

....

-=he fell asleep with his nose in a book. Short hair, strong, wiry muscle, almost the rest of his 'baby/teenage fat' is gone.=-

[apatheticflames]

/after his talk with Don, he's made his way up to the clinic, figuring he ought to see to tidying up and restocking/

/he stops cold when he sees Al sleeping; he looks so very different than the Al he knew. Don was right after all. He swallows thickly and watches him for a moment, not wanting to wake him./

[thesoulbound]

-=A snore/snort thing startles him awake, and he sits up, wiping his mouth.=-

Damn.

-=A puddle on the page. He doesn't even notice Marron behind him yet as he claps his hands to clean up the mess with alchemy.=-

[apatheticflames]

/a small, familiar smile at that. His Al used to do similar things. He clears his throat slightly, hoping not to startle him./

Forgive me. I did not mean to wake you.

[makainoou]

...

You better not've forgotten everything.

[apatheticflames]

/turns, though he recognizes the voice before he sees him. A slight nod./

I remember quite clearly, Laharl.

[makainoou]

Good. Then you can get back to running your dumb clinic.

[apatheticflames]

/raises an eyebrow/ I was not aware you were so fond of it.