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Who: Zexion illusionomicon and Miharu torporheart
When: Shortly after this thread; the 11th of March.
Where: On the street outside Edgeworth's apartment.
Summary: Zexion goes to pick up the stray he's semi-adopted. Sigh. Sigh.
Warnings: n/a for now.
The day was pleasant enough, at least; temperate, without sleet or rain and with sun sheeting down to warm the city a bit. It didn't mean much to Zexion, who was more or less indifferent to weather, but it was at least convenient for making sure that the young man he'd set out to find was well enough considering the circumstances. Or not hypothermic, at least.
Zexion had come out of the dark portal within easy walking distance of where he could sense Miharu's presence and then walked with unerring accuracy to where the young man was. He was in his usual black coat, and the passerby out on the street glanced over him and then away as if they hadn't seen him at all. For his part Zexion merely walked, trusting his confident posture to win him his way through the crowd, opening his mouth slightly and drawing in air over his tongue, sorting through all the myriad threads of information pushing in on him from the people around him. Good and bad, all of them powered, fascinating scents and less interesting ones, some more overwhelming than others. Miharu's scent was clear and bright, though, easy to track, and Zexion raised a hand in greeting as he approached the young man. "Miharu."
The boy looked like a mess, but it wasn't surprising. Zexion allowed himself a sigh.
When: Shortly after this thread; the 11th of March.
Where: On the street outside Edgeworth's apartment.
Summary: Zexion goes to pick up the stray he's semi-adopted. Sigh. Sigh.
Warnings: n/a for now.
The day was pleasant enough, at least; temperate, without sleet or rain and with sun sheeting down to warm the city a bit. It didn't mean much to Zexion, who was more or less indifferent to weather, but it was at least convenient for making sure that the young man he'd set out to find was well enough considering the circumstances. Or not hypothermic, at least.
Zexion had come out of the dark portal within easy walking distance of where he could sense Miharu's presence and then walked with unerring accuracy to where the young man was. He was in his usual black coat, and the passerby out on the street glanced over him and then away as if they hadn't seen him at all. For his part Zexion merely walked, trusting his confident posture to win him his way through the crowd, opening his mouth slightly and drawing in air over his tongue, sorting through all the myriad threads of information pushing in on him from the people around him. Good and bad, all of them powered, fascinating scents and less interesting ones, some more overwhelming than others. Miharu's scent was clear and bright, though, easy to track, and Zexion raised a hand in greeting as he approached the young man. "Miharu."
The boy looked like a mess, but it wasn't surprising. Zexion allowed himself a sigh.