"Ey, Birdie! That you?"
[ A familiar voice calls out, with heavy footsteps following the yell soon after. Sinclair could finally see the person in view, and it was Heathcliff. ]
"It really is you, lad! Nice to see ya."
[ The rather taller man ruffles the blonde man's hair a bit, then snickers, thinking the other looked funny. ]
"Well, I'm rather curious on what I missed... So did anything eventful happen while I was out, mate?"
— @impulsiveviolet
"E-Ehm?.."
Sinclair turns around to see someone running towards him. His brain was blaring alarms to defend himself, but he thought it was fine. Turns out, his gut feeling to not react was the right thing to follow.
"A-Ah— Heath? U-Um.. I-It's nice to s-see y-you t— H-hey! My h-hair..?!"
His hair was slightly ruined, in which he was a little upset. Easy fix, though. Nothing to dwell on. He focused on the figure in front of him instead.
"W-Well, n-no, nothing that I r-remember... I'm g-glad you're h-here n-now, though.."
He gives Heathcliff a warm smile, and then embraces him in a hug.. which went on for a little longer than it was supposed to.
