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          ❝ Excuse me. ❞ A hand gently sets itself onto the arm of the tall young man beside her. She takes the few seconds she has to look him over. Tousled red hair, an eye patch covering his right eye from what she could see. Few things considered, he was very handsome. ❝ Do you happen to work or come here often? I'm having trouble finding a specific book. ❞

          ❝ I was wondering if you could assist me. ❞

          ❝ Hey, Lavi? Get dressed, we're going out. ❞ Today had been set aside just to be able to spend it with him, even going well out of his way to make sure that Dirk would be able to be there with them as well. ❝ Dirk is downstairs, I suggest you make haste. I know you wouldn't want to keep him waiting. ❞

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     He needed a drink. He needed one so bad. He was getting too old for this kind of shit. Tiedoll would be laughing at him before throwing out his own back right now. Cross just didn’t feel up to fighting. He didn’t feel like dealing with all this absolute shit. It was just... too much. 

     But here he was, traversing the city. He supposed he had to do something. Sector 006 was on fire, and for some reason, that seemed familiar, like it had happened many, many times before. He couldn’t quite place why. 

     Drones tried to swarm him, and he shot most of them down before activating Magdala Curtain. That was certainly a lot easier. Perhaps Maria’s singing could be a prayer for all that could hear it.

     He stopped walking for a split second, and in between the flames of two buildings, he saw new flames erupt, rising high into the sky, taking down any drones in its path. 

     Familiar. Interesting. 

     He maneuvered through the crowds, Maria following close behind while still singing, until he got close enough. Unfortunately, that stupid boy had disappeared, and Cross thought he had left. 

     Also unfortunately---Cross was in the direct path of the next seal. He saw the shadows before anything else, and he only had a split second to move out from underneath the hammer before it slammed on the ground. He deactivated Magdala Curtain, extinguishing singed hairs. 

                 –– ◉ » ✝ ▸ Taking a seat on the sofa situated in the living room, he was doing his best to avoid making eye contact with the older exorcist sitting across him. Awkward situations were not foreign to him; but this predicament he ended up in was something else entirely. Timothy was experiencing a whole new level of uncomfortable he hoped he would never have to go through again. 

                Allen had briefly mentioned that there was another exorcist present in the house before leaving to do something important; but since his older brother didn’t gave him any specific details, he just presumed the guy’s room would be locked. The house he was going to start temporarily living in piqued his interest, so he decided to sate his curiosity by exploring the vicinity. As long as he didn’t enter any of the locked rooms, he figured it would be alright.

               The place was filled with items he had never seen before, which lead him and Tsuki to both be fascinated and excited the entire time. Everything was going well. Until he decided to enter that room. The door was unlocked, so he naturally assumed there was nothing behind it. Oh how wrong he was. When he swung the door open, he ended up interrupting... a special moment between two people. The sight he witnessed had caused his entire face to turn extremely red and lead him to run off while panicking.

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  Sector oo6. The Green Sector. Harley had met Red here once or twice when she was in Hive City, but... she never stuck around. She probably found the scientists and threatened them well enough that they just... sent her home. She would’ve hated this stupid city. Full of stupid boys and not enough nature... it was really for the best that she wasn’t around - but Harley couldn’t help missing her anyway. It was kind of funny... before, she always had the Joker to remind her of home. Now all she had was Bud and Lou. Not that she didn’t appreciate the world’s most precious farty babies, but... they didn’t always make the easiest company to keep. Exhibit A.

                 “The..Bookman?” A mutter under his breath as eyes followed the young man, truly surprised with what he was seeing at this very moment. Alive and well, a good sight to see but also one to be alarming if his eyes were deceiving him once more. “Lavi was it..?” A stern voice raised when Link gave him a gentle tap on the shoulder.

“I didn’t see you as the type who liked bitter things.”

Sitting near the other in a small coffee shop, he saw the other with a lone cup of dark colored coffee, and how the male looked, he would’ve assumed the other liked something more sweet, it wasn’t anything he saw everyday.