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[twelvestones]

*his entrance probably isn't terribly noticeable, if only because he's meant it not to be -- in fact, everything about him appears to be calculated to be easily overlooked* *he's shorter than average, three or four inches below six feet, and his wings, also slightly smaller than average and lightly edged with pale gold feathers, are tucked in as

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[noblackorwhite]

*tilts her head ever so slightly from where she is sitting in a chair, one leg thrown over the armrest* Hello, Jordan.

[twelvestones]

Hello. *and after a pause, likely long enough to make her think he won't say anything else* Who are you?

[noblackorwhite]

Suijuris. *swings her legs around and stands up, walking over to him and offering a hand*

[twelvestones]

*takes her hand -- doesn't shake it, simply holds it for a moment, not too tightly, then inclines his head in a way that implies a full-out bow* *quietly* It's nice to meet you.

[notyourheart]

*is sitting somewhere quietly, strumming on his acoustic and surrounded by the typical three cats, and shall glance up and tilt his head* Hello.

[twelvestones]

Hello. *and -- he won't ask his name because of the music, so he'll look at the guitar again almost expectantly*

[notyourheart]

*that's...about as close to a smile as most people get out of Tace and he won't offer his name, he'll just look back down at his guitar and play a random melody*

[twelvestones]

*he'll just lean against the wall and listen, then -- music's far more important than names anyway*

[beneathatree]

*is currently chasing Decca's kitten, Vill, who is really getting to be more of a cat than actually a kitten these days but is still basically a white fuzzball* *soooo, there is a four-foot tall seven year old chasing a white fuzzball around the mansion and, being an observant little child, he is going to stop and stare up at Jordan all wide-eyed and...well...Hatcher-ish* Ooooooh. You have wings!

[twelvestones]

*...this is the slight almostsmile that's the closest to an actual smile anyone not in the family can get from Jordan -- and he'll unfurl the wings slightly* I do.

[beneathatree]

*wide sparkly eyes* Oooooo. *is apparently a polite enough child not to actually touch them* They're pretty. Can you fly with'em and stuff?

[twelvestones]

*good, Samarians have supersensitive wings* *nods* I do.

[painted_angel]

JORDAN! *...and this is definitely a pouncehug, because we adore our baby brother* *^__^* Hi.

[twelvestones]

*...and a very faint smile, which is the happiest his expression ever really gets, before hugging her lightly* Jael. Hi.

[painted_angel]

So what have you been up to? *yeah, with the grinning enough for both of them*

[twelvestones]

Not very much. And you?

[saveyourcharms]

*very solemnly pokes his shoulder* Are you sure you're Jordan?

[twelvestones]

*the veryfaint smile again* Last time I checked, yes.

[saveyourcharms]

...No, you spoke, you can't be him. You must be an imposter.

[twelvestones]

*and this is amused as Jordan ever looks, and a slight bowing of his head* My apologies.