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[casexcard]

[He walks through the hallways, keeping to the fringes of more populated areas. This isn't a leisurely stroll: it's quick, agitated. He's not in the mood to chat or explore. He just wants to move[He'd been sent home for a very short time -- a few minutes at most, hardly even enough for a conversation -- but it was enough to set him on edge. Home

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[lastnightswish]

[Very pregnant and... giving the white butterfly a very unusual look. I-is that Innocence?]

... where's the fire?

[lastnightswish]

[She shakes her head.] The Fourteenth.

[case_card]

I've never heard of that one. I certainly didn't know they were numbered.

[lastnightswish]

[She shakes her head.] Different worlds. Different Noah.

[She hopes.]

[casecard]

I suppose so. Odd, though. Why was it important that that one was gone?

[lastnightswish]

... that was the one inhabiting him.

[casecard]

How does that work? Assuming the boy you knew was an Exorcist.

... Different worlds again, I suppose.

[lastnightswish]

You'd have to ask him. Or any Allen.

Different worlds. I'm not a man, and you're not a Noah.

[case_card]

Perhaps I will, sometime.

This "other worlds" thing is more complicated than it first seems.

[lastnightswish]

Only because you're making it out to be.

[She turns her attention to her stomach again, baby having kicked at an uncomfortable spot, and rubs her hand over it.] One of the Noah-versions of you... said it's best to just stop thinking of everyone as the same person.

[casexcard]

... That's probably not the worst advice. Still getting used to the same names and faces being repeated, I suppose.

[He watches her rub where the baby kicked.] Which do you think it's going to be, a girl or a boy?

[lastnightswish]

[Sideways look. She's not opposed to letting him feel, if he were to feel inclined to ask.]

It's a girl.

[case_card]

Would you mind if I...? [He gestures to her stomach.]

[lastnightswish]

[She gives his hand a long look, slightly wary of any phasing fingers. But... Exorcist.]

[So, she holds her hand out to take his wrist, and brings his hand to her side. Kick~]

[casecard]

[He sees the look she gives his hand and does deactivate his Innocence. Not that it's obvious, since he's always wearing gloves, but his butterfly vanishes.]

[When she brings his hand to her side and he feels that kick, he smiles.] Have you picked a name?

[lastnightswish]

[Leans back a little, cushioning her head on her arm against the rail of the gazebo.]

Aya. [A pause. Half-tempted to thank him for not immediately asking who her father is.] October.