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[mr_dynames]

[Sitting outside somewhere, is Lockon. And he's staring up at the clouds, lost in thought. Do you []talk to him []leave him alone []run away or []throw a rock at him?]

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[iyaansounfit]

[Tieria is taking a stroll in his usual turtleneck clothing, musing about CB and missiony things, when he spots a wild Lockon!

> Throw a Pokeball> Talk to him.]

Ah - Lockon?

[mr_dynames]

[He looks over, then smiles and waves.]

Hey, Tieria. How're you?

[iyaansounfit]

[He bites his lip to quash a smile and tries to nonchalantly look up at the clouds but is so, so obvious.]

Well enough. [Fidget, fidget.] And yourself?

[mr_dynames]

I'm just fine, thanks. [And his failure to hide a smile is noted and found to be... kind of adorable.]

So what brings you around here?

[iyaansounfit]

[He nods absently and fiddles with the hem of his sweater, a little nervous and awkward but fairly alright. Normal, for him.]

Just walking. [Shrugs and glances over at Lockon.] Thinking, I suppose.

[mr_dynames]

[He smiles over at him and moves over in case he wants to sit.]

What were you thinking about?

[iyaansounfit]

[He stands for another moment, considering, before he accepts the silent offer and takes a seat beside Lockon.]

Mm. [Smiles slightly, cutely, and shakes his head.] Nothing significant.

[mr_dynames]

[He places both his arms over the back of the bench, keeping to his own personal space bubble, as he looks over at him.]

That doesn't mean you can't talk about it, unless you don't want to.

[iyaansounfit]

Usual things. [Near-cringes and adds, quieter,] For me, in any case. Missions. Tactics. Hypothetical outcomes.