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amxrantx | naivetys | kindrxd | fracturexangels | vacantlover | askmitsukinase | survivorofeden
On his days off, there were a few things Menae liked to do other than go to a library and read or study till his brain poured out of his ears. He liked to walk and memorize the streets of ol' Whitmore with a light step and friendly greetings to passing pedestrians. That was when he noticed someone he'd never seen, standing idly on the other side of the street. His memory was golden, so occasionally, when he'd see an unfamiliar face, he knew the were new.
However, he normally wouldn't say anything other than a quick 'good morning' or keep walking, but this time around, the person seemed lost. Naturally, his initial response is to help out.
"Uh, Excuse me? Did you need help getting anywhere?"