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slowbladed replied to your post: "If you open your mouth then I can't be...

“Oh, I always try my best for anyone. I suppose I did go a little overboard, hm?”

‘Definitely a little overboard. Maybe a little more. But if you wanted my attention, it’s yours, even if it was through something vaguely dirty.’

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@invertxgo (from here ! )

‘Of course I came back! Told you I would, didn’t I?’

Originally, he thought the sensation of physical contact once more after who knows how long would be uncomfortable at best. Absolutely unbearable at first. Though MoM was, admittedly, over the moon to see Luxu once more, still he internally braced for whatever his child chose to do.

But it felt natural. As it should be. The Master was back where he belonged, he thought.

‘I missed you too, kiddo. I’m proud of you for making it this far.’ It was just a whisper as he returned the tight embrace, a comforting hand on the back of Luxu’s head. 

He only let go after about a minute, only slightly to get a better look at the other.

‘Yeesh, you look rough! I mean, already knew that, but yeeeesh.’

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@andallsoend (from here ! )

The Princess was unusually quiet, her movements still slow even after he pulled away from her touch. Fingers had only graced his white hair, maybe even planning to braid it as a distraction but... the explanation wouldn’t come. No words came from her that day in fact.

All Tsura could manage was a slightly apologetic look through distant eyes, and though her arm had pulled closer to her chest, her hand still stayed hovering, as if unsure of what to do.

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@xseeker (from x !)

So much for trying to be nice without it seeming a little odd, but it was, unfortunately, her nature to try and bring happiness to others. Even just a little comfort when their hearts were clouded by doubt could go a long way.

Unfortunately his comment caused the Princess to stiffen before taking a step back, looking Ansem with a bit of surprise, though her hands still remained at his sides.

‘Well, you certainly look like you bite. And not in the fun way. You also look like you got a lot on your mind. Feel like talking about it?’

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@thegaleandlance (from x !)

‘It is when you scare the shit out of me! Don’t be sneaky around strangers!’

Jeeze, was this guy made out of concrete? Her hand might be hurting more than his face.

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@thefatalmarksman (oh u already KNOW)

And once more her search was coming up dry, just as much as this desert air. Just how long could she force herself to stay here in this world? Maybe a few more hours at most, this blazing sun was going to be the end of her if the Heartless weren’t.

One more walk and questioning through town wouldn’t hurt, right?

‘Wait, no way--’

The guy in the black leather wasn’t here before, at least to her knowing, and from her short distance away from him, he looked rather familiar...

Scar and longer hair aside, there was no doubt in her mind. Memories from just over a decade ago came back in that instant. Even though she was just hardly a teenager then, it didn’t make their past bonding any less important to her.

Play it cool.

‘BRAIG!’ 

Well, if her yelling his name and waving her hand in the air didn’t catch his attention, it certainly caught the eyes of the few passerby. 

Maybe Tsura would’ve been calmer, but how could she contain that excitement of hers? He was the first person she’s seen in a while that she actually knew from before her world fell apart. And it was more than relieving.

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Every so often, she would return to Twilight Town just to simply enjoy herself. Running back and forth between so many different worlds... being somewhere like this for a short while seemed like her only release. The narrow brick-laid streets surrounded by nearly overlapping buildings only reminded her of home. Maybe this was the closest Tsura could get.

The restaurant was new however, at least since her last visit. For a moment, she only eyed the outside patrons. One table sat a couple, the other had a group of friends celebrating (could’ve sworn she heard the word ‘birthday’, but she couldn’t be completely sure), and--

Well, she couldn’t see his face, as it was nestled in his arms which were resting on the table. Was he upset? Crying?

This was going to be embarrassing if he was just sleeping.

‘Jeeze, you look terrible.’ Tsura pulled out the chair across from him, taking a seat and leaning forward slightly. ‘What’s got you down?’