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The sound of light, unfamiliar footsteps rouses Gwyndolin from sleep. It must be late, she hadn't gone to bed that long ago, and she only hears one pair of feet so it can't be her roommate bringing somebody over. He seemed quite solitary, anyway.

She grabs her desk and slides herself out of bed and over to the door, cracking it and poking one pale serpentine head out, scenting the air. There's an unfamiliar woman in their living room, dressed in an elaborate outfit not suggesting she's here to rob the place. A new roommate, maybe? It had been a while since she'd gotten one. Better make a good first impression.

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They child squeaked. They had not been expecting someone to touch them. Even more so, they had not felt any malice in the action. As a result, Frisk just because confused. They peeked and eye open to stare at the person.

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What was this feeling, spreading through his core?

The Sith shrugged his bare shoulders, the cold wind not bothering him even as it howled past his skin. Dead skin, grayed and cracked, shattered and broken -- a walking corpse by the name of Sion, held together only by the pain of his wounds and the hatred that coursed through his veins. But today....today he was distracted. Something crawled through his veins...and it set him off.

A heartless gaze swept the area around him, and as he shifted once again, a small bug flew off of his back, buzzing into the distance. He narrowed his single working eye, watching it fly off...something was ominous about that small creature, but once again, he couldn't place it.

However, his thought process was disrupted when something else caught his eye -- a movement to the side? Sion shifted his gaze, taking a full view of the young woman who was walking his way, seemingly paying no heed. Without a single wasted movement, the Sith Lord turned and took a few strides towards her to catch her attention, then, once he was sure he had it, he offered a polite, formal bow.