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And lips fall into a frown, in turn. They are quite obviously unwell; it’s clear by the sluggish pace, the expression that can’t quite settle, and the movements of her limbs. Gloria’s ears twitch, and she inches closer: “E-e-excuse... excuse me, miss... I... I do-don’t mean to intrude, b-but... but perhaps... perhaps you sh-sh-should sit a-and... and rest.”

❝  ━━nill !?  ❞

the name escapes him before he could think twice about the slender figure, the flash of blonde hair.  but when he blinks, the image clears away, and the realization hits.  this young girl was not nill, despite the similarities in appearance.  it was merely a trick of the eyes in a mist of rain.

 While Aloy had her grievances with most of the people from where she was from, she didn’t realize she was going to miss some of them so much. She always felt so awkward talking to new people- to be expected, of course. It’s only been a few weeks since she was able to socialize with people outside of Rost. 

 Now is as good a time as any to start working on it, though. She’s been retiring to Savior’s Respite a lot lately, and it seems like she meets a new face every time she does. This time, though, as she approached the flora covered cliff, Aloy comes to see an actually somewhat familiar face. Not all that familiar, of course- she’d only seen this person when they bumped into eachother while she tried to get into the yellow machine that took her to a new house. However, she distinctly remembers her focus lighting up upon seeing the stranger. 

He doesn’t like how he looks without some sort of hat. The little nurse cap that came with this outfit does not suit him, so he continues to wear the wider brimmed brown one that he’s become accustomed to; it’s a staple of his look, he thinks. Combining it with the nurse costume is interesting and makes for strange looks but he does not care.

“Ready to show me what you’ve learned, disciple?” he asked Mirae with a side glance, echoing Rosé in his flippant address. The two of them were more than enough for four of their enemies.

“Lose something?”

The voice came from up on high, its speaker seated upon a low-level building’s room. Bother of her hands were clutching the edge and her feet were lazily swinging to and fro in the wind. Nanami recognized the person below as someone she had spoken to over a month ago. If the other had a good enough memory, she would see that the greenette had traded in her pink and blue kimono for a more detailed purple and black one. It was low-cut enough to reveal some of the scar tissue that graced her chest.

In Nanami’s opinion, she wasn’t all that memorable; she was feeling particularly forgiving at the moment, too. It wouldn’t bother her if the other had difficulty recalling her, what with her being so small, frail-looking, and meek (not the words others back home would have used). Without any Shades haunting the streets for now, things seemed calm enough for some chit-chat.  

Mello needed to relax. He wasn’t trying to hide from anyone, now, he didn’t need to worry about not showing his face or hiding his true name. It didn’t help that he’d been raised to be so cautious, however, and it was hard to fall out of old habits so quickly. So as he wandered around the Archimedes Ward, looking for anyone who might have information on where they really were, he kept his hood pulled over his head to obscure the long scar that went down his face.