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Surprise mars his features as his brows are also raised, sending his friend a look that slowly melts into concern. 

MY EYES…. HAVE BEEN CLEANSED

IM MAKIN THIS INTO A THREAD N I RLY WANT IT TO END UP W SEVEN BREAKING HIS NOSE RIP

CHATROOM.

                                                { closed thread with: @codegcd​ } The early autumn air is refreshingly crisp as the party planner waits for a certain hacker outside of a Maserati dealership. While it’s not exceedingly busy, the few customers that are around stand in stark contrast to her: designer dresses and tailored slacks make her own casual black attire look shabby in comparison.It’s an unspoken fact that she doesn’t really belong here, only understood through the not so subtle upturning of noses and the looks of wary disdain that she receives as she’s automatically pegged as a troublemaker.  She could care less though, the excitement of meeting a dear friend for the first time drowning out everything else around her as she scans her surroundings for a familiar mop of red hair that she’s only ever seen through photographs. Truthfully, she didn’t even give a shit about luxury cars, but Seven was in the market for yet another new vehicle, and he had invited her along in the hopes of helping her to “appreciate the beauty of foreign pieces of machinery.”  She doubted that this would spark any interest in cars at all, but hey: any time spent with him was time well spent. He’d at least make sure she was entertained.  A sanguine flash in her peripheral vision catches her attention, and she turns to see the familiar man getting out of the silver car that he’d shown off in the chatroom when they’d first met. A mischievous grin finds its way to her lips, and her excitement spikes tenfold as she places a hand on her hip and cocks her head to the side.  “Is that God Seven I see?” She calls out whimsically, drawing few strange glances from a couple who walks by her. “It truly is a blessed day for us mere sinners.”