[He blinks, surprised at what he sees. The others always said things... worked out. That everything was okay. It was all he'd needed to know. But --]
Like I said. Three years... [He'll pull off his helmet enough to let the rest of that ridiculous hair fluff shake out. A streak in it for each Lion, the rest its usual black and grey. Under the flight jacket, a shirt covered in Staryu print. His cheeks faintly pink.]
[And the arm is... definitely attached. No floating white hand here.]
Always. No matter where. [He'd come for her.] We found a little house out on an island here. Our friend Armin found it... and we just ended up taking it over.
The last thing I remember... we were getting Slav off the prison station.
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Like I said. Three years... [He'll pull off his helmet enough to let the rest of that ridiculous hair fluff shake out. A streak in it for each Lion, the rest its usual black and grey. Under the flight jacket, a shirt covered in Staryu print. His cheeks faintly pink.]
[And the arm is... definitely attached. No floating white hand here.]
Always. No matter where. [He'd come for her.] We found a little house out on an island here. Our friend Armin found it... and we just ended up taking it over.
The last thing I remember... we were getting Slav off the prison station.