Since Ken's reappearance, Omi had nearly been beside himself with anticipation. Two of his team mates had disappeared in such a short amount of time-- it was a blessing to have one return. Or luck. Whichever it was, he was grateful.
By the time he heard the knock at the door, the young sniper had managed to throw together a few cups of tea, and he set his own on the tall stand beside the door before he opened it.... And very nearly dropped the mug he had planned to offer his returning friend.
"K-Ken?" Omi barely choked his name out. He set the mug beside his own and moved forward, reaching out to offer support to his comrade. "Ken, what the hell....?"
"Hello to you too." Ken tried on a smile, it felt oddly ill-fitting. He hadn't seen Omi like this in years--he was used to Mamoru, the man Omi would become in just a few short years. He'd never been on guard with Omi. Now he was out of habit.
Ken seemed worn, almost. Omi could smell the blood, though finding it was another story. Ken must have gotten rid of it-- as much as he could manage to, in any case. Blood was a notoriously tricky substance.
As Omi looked him over, he came to the realization that this wasn't the fault of an ill-fated trip into the jungle or a run-in with a few ruffians: Ken was older, or at least appeared it. There had been cases in Rivelata before where people disappeared for odd lengths of time and returned older, having returned to their home worlds.
The mugs of tea were forgotten as he helped Ken into the house and nudged the door shut with his foot. "I thought you had--" Omi frowned, turning his gaze away. He looked a touch too sad for his position. "Do you need anything?"
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By the time he heard the knock at the door, the young sniper had managed to throw together a few cups of tea, and he set his own on the tall stand beside the door before he opened it.... And very nearly dropped the mug he had planned to offer his returning friend.
"K-Ken?" Omi barely choked his name out. He set the mug beside his own and moved forward, reaching out to offer support to his comrade. "Ken, what the hell....?"
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This was going to take some adjusting.
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As Omi looked him over, he came to the realization that this wasn't the fault of an ill-fated trip into the jungle or a run-in with a few ruffians: Ken was older, or at least appeared it. There had been cases in Rivelata before where people disappeared for odd lengths of time and returned older, having returned to their home worlds.
The mugs of tea were forgotten as he helped Ken into the house and nudged the door shut with his foot. "I thought you had--" Omi frowned, turning his gaze away. He looked a touch too sad for his position. "Do you need anything?"
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Five years, more like. How long had passed here? It couldn't have been too long.
"No, not really. Just...how long was I gone?" Too long, probably, though with how he had been before...it was probably all for better that he had.
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