Asher made his way through the halls taking his time to see who was around. He had his hands shoved in his pockets his book tucked under his arm. This place always felt cold no matter how many layers he had on. It was one of the main reasons he didn't get out of his room too much. He made his way toward the mess hall figuring he'd get something to
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She let out a long sigh as she walked into the mess hall. There was no way that was going to happen any time soon...
... or ever again.*
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He took another drink of his coffee.
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*She sat opposite him, and reached across when he placed his mug down to take it. She sipped his drink and then put it back in front of him.*
How're you? It's been a while.
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Once the cool was pressing to her temples, she took a minute to look around. Fairly quiet for the mess hall. And there was the gunsman that she hadn't spoken to yet. She couldn't even pick his name from the air right then.
This headache was killing her patience.
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"Are you always so quiet?"
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His mind was easily accessible if she cared to look. Though the farther back his memories went the fuzzier they became. The only really clear details made it clear he was much older than he looked.
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