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"Don't laugh, okay?" she takes her pen and carefully wrote the other's name. A few couple of strokes and she's done, however upon gazing at her penmanship, she starts over again. Rinse and repeat until she's finally satisfied, or had given up on her ability to write.
"I've been told that my writing is barely legible, so--"
"Lil' brooooooooooo!"
"Hey, maybe I should call you Lil' Bro? You're sort of like a little brother to me."
"I should have said something earlier, I’m-" A bundle of nerves. Her palms pressed together ever so nervously, something to reduce the trembling she carried. A sort of moment to backtrack and watch the compassionate woman she's come to love and understand so much. "-happy to see you." A modest squeak of her throat, and cheeks reddened at such a simple thing to say towards Martel. After so long, and she stumbled over her words as easily as her own feet.
Her gaze traced the contours of the familiar face, a gentle smile blossoming on her lips at the blond girl fidgeted before her. “I am pleased to see you as well” she confessed. “It makes me happy that you have come to see me like this.” She hesitated for a moment before opening her arms, an invitation for a hug. This was the first time meeting Colette in person, but she already knew the girl better than nearly anyone else she’d met. They had shared one another’s memories and they had a common dream.
“I am glad to have a chance to meet you, after all this time,” Martel said softly.
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What was a guardian without the one who needed her assistance? Though often times the Fon Master was kidnapped or simply wandered off, the guardian always felt elated to have him returned to her. You'd think she would do a better job as she was paid for this.
Nevertheless, chocolate hues falling upon the male clad in the Fon Master attire, the guardian, with a toothy grin, trots up to him--until she passes him and turns back. However, worry is displayed across her features as eyebrows furrow in a knot. She always knew how weak the boy was, and by leaving him to himself, he was sure to run into trouble. The grin purses into a pout as the brunette stops in front of the other, hands on her hips.
"I was so worried about you, Ion. Where did you run off to this time?" the grumble in her voice illustrates that she truly was worried about him.
