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[prodigalreplica]

WHO: Fon Master Ion (holdthefon) & Sync the Tempest (prodigalreplica)
WHAT: Tea time~
WHERE: The inn that Ion was left like some cheap hooker--I mean. Where Ion is waiting for Sync~
WHEN: Afternoon

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[holdthefon]

The water was boiling on the little coal stove, and the tea kettle was whistling. Ion had been alone for a long time--so many things had happened, and he had done his best to keep up; all his time had been spent reading. What else was there to do?

But he missed Luke, and Guy, and Natalia, and Tear, and all the others. Sync. Just talking to someone. Luke had changed him, and for the better.

"Sync!" he exclaimed, startling as Sync came in.

He just hoped...

Well. He hoped.

[prodigalreplica]

Sync eyed the Fon Master, his face reverting to a look of indifference. He looked around, and surmised that Ion must've made himself comfortable. "Is that all you've been able to do, drink tea and read?" he asked. He never would have expected anything else out of Ion. He was always well guarded back in Auldrant, and was only put to use whenever Mohs saw fit. Which usually involved the Score.