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[the_cataract]

She stumbles into the mall, eyes wide, mouth agape. Should she say something? An innocent "whoa!" to continue the act? It wouldn't be necessary. She's not in Inaba, very obviously not in Inaba, and she can sense all sorts of persons...person...him...in this place. If she can sense them (if she can sense him), they might be able to detect her

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I'll be tagging back later. Have to go to grandparents house for dinner soon

[divinebowlcut]

It's yet another version of that Seta guy. Except...he's pinging your goddar as much as you are pinging his.

He's...wearing a Christmas Sweater of Doom.

[the_cataract]

Her goddar is pinging like a mofo.

An angry, woman scorned mofo. So much so that--

Uhhh.

W-well. She really has no idea how to respond to this turn of events: her ex-husband looking like a younger Souji Seta in one awful, terrible, no-good Christmas sweater.

[divinebowlcut]

The Mall decided that today he must wear a Christmas sweater all day.

Izanagi's response, meanwhile, is to keep a decent distance as he wonders why you look familiar yet you ping the Waifu-dar even though you look a lot different than the others...

[the_cataract]

"That's, um. A nice sweater you've got there, kid."

She's really not sure what the hell else she can say, because she's really not sure what the hell is going on, and why he looks like him. She certainly got Izanagi vibes off Seta, but Izanagi was very obviously Seta's persona, just another facet of his personality. Not, y'know, his actual, undeniable being.

[divinebowlcut]

"It won't come off no matter how hard I try."

Small talk...No harm in small talk, right?