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[diadermic]

Who: diadermic AND OPEN
When: Noon, before the sirens go off.
Where: Sector 4 in the streets unless taken somewhere else.
Summary: "My name is Altaïr, and this is my favorite bench in the whole Siren’s Port." MAKE HIS LIFE HELL
Warning: NOPE or not yet anyway OPEN FOR ANYTHING???? oh and possible philosophical stuff lolol.

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[diadermic]

A nod in confirmation of his agreement in this odd company, and Altaïr allowed himself to lower his head once again. His fingertips grazing over the material of his robe, and when he heard that soft laughter again, that sound that was a potential threat of distraction, he found himself flexing his fingers. The rest of the noise of people shuffling, their words that were barely audible over the laughter was nothing but background noise.

When that noise had risen again, and Altaïr quirked his head in her direction.

The way she clamped her hand over her mouth was endearing. To keep herself from unwillingly display her quirk had the assassin turn his direction back to the ground, the corner of his lips sliding into a half-smirk at her behaviour. There was almost some normality in this situation, almost, and that was something he was not use too.

"A 'newcomer', so as I am told." Sounding in complete disagreement to the way prisoners such as themselves were called by a welcoming status when their existence in Siren's Pull was anything but just amongst the other citizens.

He did not miss the natives glaring at them.

[deceptive_lulz]

"Ah, then that--" she started, but was abruptly cut off by another giggle. However, since she was mostly distracting herself with conversation, she was able to control it better. "--that makes two of us."

It was a curious situation, really. Pausing again, without the accompaniment of laughter this time, she briefly mused to herself on the topic. Just how long was one referred to as a 'newcomer' anyway? Or was it a permanent term? It seemed like kind of an oxymoron if one was to stay for - say twenty years. Regardless, Sarina doubted that this stranger would know much about it, so she moved on.

"Have you been faring well here so far?" she asked. But without giving him the chance to respond, she continued with a short giggle. "I know it's a little hard, at first, but you get used to it."

Sadly, the girl still had much to learn, when it came to the finer aspects of conversation.