#prototype ibrahim

-  刹那・F・セイエイ - Sᴇᴛsᴜɴᴀ F. Sᴇɪᴇɪ Mᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ

♕ For yours to accidentally hit their head with mine’s head.

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“Ow, son of a cockblasting--”

Alvin ruefully rubbed his head, cutting off the flurry of curses before they got really inappropriate for a younger audience. He glanced at the boy across from him, having collided head on (literally) with him.

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It was only by chance that he came across him, out in the open and in the company of friends. Neil had only just recently thrown the line out for Setsuna, hoping such vague information would guide him to a place that only he would know to look. Perhaps if he had given it more time, then the two would have reunited in front of their suits as planned. But as Neil wandered towards the restaurant to meet with his supposed informant, having little else to do but to utilize the small amount of gald he had gained from a quick hunting job for a bite, he caught sight of him for the first time.

At first he wasn't sure if the person he was seeing was Setsuna at all; taller, less wiry, but still built of lithe muscles honed by years of training. He wore a red scarf, just as he suspected, but his face... Bandages, across his eye and forehead. What had happened since he had been gone? And who was that man standing next to him?