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[frost_la_magra]

Who: Nill and Frost
When: Sunrise
Where: Nill's shop
Rating: PG-13. [Will update if need be.]
Summary: Running a bit late, he finds some shade.

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[silencesong]

After Nill ate a meager breakfast she found herself venturing off to her quaint little shop. Today, yet again, she would clean it from top to bottom. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep herself occupied. In the afternoon she'd finish what little was left for Regent's cat bed. Really, it was taking her forever and a day to make it look acceptable. The girl wasn't a sewing whiz like Badou was. She was ever so wary as she crossed cracked streets and bypassed the strange looking citizens. Of course, she must look strange to them too. None that she saw had wings

[frost_la_magra]

At the shaft of light that poured in he shifted a little, it was impossible not to notice. Blues lifted from the spot on the floor he had been focused on up to Nill. Of course having only spoken in text he didn't know whom she was. That was fine she didn't look the least bit intimidating (not that many things did these days).

Standing straight he let his palms brush over the front of his pants, freeing a few specks of dust from the fabric. He stayed to the side of the light but started an approach-- this could go one of two ways and he wasn't sure which yet.

Gesturing to the door and the light coming from it he explained simply, "I needed to get out of the sun."

[silencesong]

Nill nodded slowly once he spoke up. Out of the sun? Well, that was a bit suspicious, but he was probably from a different world than her. She inched her way in and left the door opened a crack, just in case she needed to flee. She pulled out the NOC from her little coat pocket and typed quickly. Hopefully this wouldn't go to bad.

'I'm Nill.'

The text blinked onto the screen and she raised it up for him to see. Hopefully he was someone she took the time to speak with before. Dear God, she hoped so, or this might become a bit more intimidating. Nill offered him a small, weak smile. Maybe he wasn't so bad.

[frost_la_magra]

Iridescent blue eyes flickered down to the text and a little smirk came to his lips. He nodded, yeah this was that girl with the fear-issues, he remembered. A few steps closer as he canted his head to the side just slightly, one hand gesturing to himself. "Frost." If she remembered him, great, if not life would go on. It wasn't exactly the most memorable conversation he was sure.

"Can't talk?" Sure it was blunt, and a little rude, but he obviously meant no harm by it.