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[unfittomeddle]

WHO: Franklin Mott [vfranklinmott] & Thomas Cromwell [unfittomeddle].
WHAT: Out and about to get a feel for his surroundings, Cromwell runs into an unfamiliar other with a familiarity about him.
WHEN: Tuesday, early evening.
WHERE: Corridor, Level 5.
WARNING: Franklin is a warning in himself.
NOTE: Closed.
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[vfranklinmott]

His meeting with Lucian did not as he'd anticipated, and further, put him in a foul mood the rest of the night. How dare that wolf presume to tell him who he could and could not see. Stephanie was His! Was it his fault that his warden had misunderstood what he had meant? Of course it was not. The Admiral was the one to blame. Pairing a vampire with a savage species; what positive result could he possibly expect?

Franklin wandered the halls as he was wont to do when his mind wouldn't settle. He wore a simple outfit in his usual style of being unkempt, slightly wrinkled and just a little off-kilter. He paid no mind to where he was going, or who occupied the hall with him. With hands stuffed into tight pockets he either kept his head down or straight ahead, not truly seeing anything.

So it would come as no surprise that he did run into someone. Shoulders collided and he was aware of a figure about the same height as he

[unfittomeddle]

Cromwell had heard him coming, the footfalls echoing down the hallway as he moved along and while he planned to sidestep the figure that would be round the corner but it was not such his luck as the timing had simply been off and the other simply not looking to where he was going which was the downfall of the collision. The shoulder hit him and he turned to the side, his body shifting its position as he shifted his attention to regard the wayward dressed man whose reply that was nothing short of warm or apologetic, more automatically placing the blame on him which caused the man to furrow his eyebrows slightly, lips down-turned within something akin to a frown. He would have bowed his head but he held not fault and instead, parted his lips to begin his sentence but after the first sound fell from his lips, he found himself at a loss of words

[vfranklinmott]

Franklin expected some curse to follow, a scoff, an insult. Or maybe just silence, as the other party accepted their blame and moved on with their business. None of these were heard. Instead a small sound then silence, indicating surprise. A sound that seemed so familiar that it immediately struck him to take a second glance.

He stopped walking, now turning completely around to look more closely at this person. This person that looked exactly like him. Sounded like him too. Franklin stared, unblinking and unmoving.

"Who... are you." A question that lacked the energy to form properly, or a deflated demand, the stunned statement hung in the air.

[unfittomeddle]

When the man turned it became quite clear that there was no question in what he had saw from that brief moment of catching the others appearance by the turn of his head over his shoulder. The silence lingered there for the moment that it took for the stranger to turn his gaze towards his own and with a complete image of him now apparent, Cromwell stared, brows rising at what indeed had come to greet him. It was as if he was looking into a mirror and while there were minor differences in dress and appearance, such features upon the others face, the manner in which he spoke, the tone, it was a perfect pitch nearly akin to his own and with a swallowed breath, he finally found himself able to part his lips and speak