[Unfinished]

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Who: Trish, Norio, and Dante.
What: Trish takes a stray child to her new home. =D
Where: Warehouse Eight.
When: After this log.
Rating: G-ish.
Open: I don't think so?

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He made himself comfortable on the couch, looking around with a rather pleased expression on his face. This place was dirty, run down and quite ugly, but still it felt as close to home as he'd ever felt since coming to this wretched city. Maybe it was the familiar scent of metal and dust that made it, he wasn't certain.

Something was missing though.

It took Norio a little bit of time before he realized that what was missing was Takeo's prescence. It was weird. Ever since the other boy had picked him off the streets he had felt close to him, even if he was a jerk and a half, but he had never thought missing him would hurt this much. He hoped for the woman to find this Dante guy she was looking for, but that didn't make missing Takeo any easier. Then again, he guessed it was just his luck to fall in love with a guy who was 100% straight. It would probably never be them, so the sooner he forgot about Takeo, the better. His head understood that, but to get his heart to understand that as well was another matter all together. But maybe

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Trish couldn't help but to pause for a moment when he had shown her that expression. Since she had met with him, he had only looked hurt, vaguely irritated, or passive. That wasn't surprising given his condition though. Without even consciously doing so, Trish found herself beginning to smile back to him before she nodded and turned to see what else the place had.

"I think you are good luck," She mused, for what it was worth, before she turned the corner of a makeshift wall. It was worth a lot to her.

They seemed to be in a relatively cleared area, but there was still a labyrinth of boxes and old throw away parts that might have hidden more. She couldn't quite believe that they had found and made it to the right place. Maybe Fate wasn't so far-fetched an idea after all.

[v_dentata]

"Actually I'm Koga Norio", he replied, smile still on his face, now coupled with a faint blush. No one had ever called him "good luck" before, and it felt... Good. Very good even. He could, in fact, get used to it.

"And I'm really the one who should be thanking you, girl."

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"Koga Norio?" Trish repeated quietly. 'Girl' wasn't too bad compared to anything else she could have been referred to. She hadn't realized that she didn't even know his name until he had offered it. It was a foreign name, but it was good to know. "All right, Koga, call me Trish." She called out to him in return. His gratitude warmed her, even if she wasn't exactly sure how to respond to it without discrediting her own thanks to him for following. A clatter resounded soon after to distract her, followed by a muffled curse to the sheets of rubble that had shuffled down. "I'll clean it up later..." She muttered to herself on her way.