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[payingthepiper]

Who: Allen Walker and Nill.
When: Backdated to Sunday, noon time.
Where: Ye olde bakery.
Summary: They haven't met up for ages- they both love baked goods- what more reasons should there be?
Warnings: Shouldn't be any. Hopefully.

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[reassures]

[It probably shouldn't have been too surprising to find out that Allen was younger than her, when she thought about it - she was genetically predisposed to be a bit smaller than most people, slight in most ways imaginable, but she'd still always thought that Allen was older than her. Too much time spent around people like Yosuke in the past, perhaps, and his friends, all of which had been older than her

[payingthepiper]

Nill! [of course he noticed her immediately - not just because of her wings, either, which he only gave the barest of glances to (the only effect they might've had was soften up his smile even more), though with his old memories of how and why she'd hide them, there was definitely something to talk about in there. she did look overall more confident compared to last time, though, so it had to be a good thing. treating her different than anyone else never even crossed his mind - except for the bit about being a birthday kid, anyway.]

[but right now-- he only grinned at her, raised his good arm for a wave. tried his best not to sound too concerned with his question, and... mostly succeeded.]

[foremost, however,] Happy Birthday! Everything's been well, right?

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[reassures]

[The smile on her face widens rather noticeably when Allen waves, and after ducking past two more people before finally stopping. Her wings flutter slightly and settle in a little closer to her back, mostly just being careful of the people. She'd come to notice if she didn't do that, people tended to bump into her wings pretty easily.

It takes her less than a second to whip out her NV, typing up messages yet again - it would look rather weird if she communicated with him any other way, after all, at least to anyone watching.]

Thank you! [She hesitates, before lifting a hand and holding her index finger and thumb close together. Not everything was okay, but... she was okay.]

[reassures]

[She would try to elaborate on this more, but it's right after she lifts her own hand that she notices... Allen doesn't seem to have his other arm anymore. Her eyes widen briefly as this registers, before her eyebrows knit together with worry.

So she's momentarily disregarding the NV in favor of the odd way that her telepathy lets her 'talk'.

"Are you okay? --Does it hurt?" ]