[Black Jack is quite happily sat on one of the benches in the garden, looking up at the stars. Or atleast that's what it looks like from a distance. Up close, anyone who goes to poke him will see that his eyes are closed, and that he's dozing lightly. The night wasn't warm, but it wasn't too cold either - not that it would have mattered either way
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When he see's the unfamiliar girl leant over him, touching his face, his eyes widen quite a bit more. Pushing her hand away, he sits up]
What were you doing..?
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I haven't seen someone like you before.
[As though that should explain everything. Not caring that some (most) would interpret her actions as rude, she didn't offer an apology for her words or touching him like he was a show-and-tell project.]
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Not many people have.
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