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「Long time, no see.」
Aoi flashed a smile in Light’s direction, even though he was well aware that he couldn’t see it. Hopefully it carried to his voice. Hopefully Light recognized his voice. It had been months since they’d crossed paths for the first time in nine years, and they hadn’t been around one another for long.
「Man,」 he said, standing up straight from where he’d been leaning against a wall, 「it took me FOREVER to figure out where you and Clover were hiding. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were avoiding me.」 If they were, Aoi couldn’t exactly blame them. Sure: he’d had good intentions by helping to set up a Nonary Game, but that didn’t mean that it was a pleasant experience for either Light or Clover.
… It wasn’t a pleasant experience for AOI, either.









