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-- "Hey! Pyrrha, wait up...!" --
This time, Neptune knows it's Pyrrha -- the flashes of golds and reds and the swish of her ponytail are unmistakable. He hurries to catch up to the redhead, waving and grinning as he goes.
-- "Man, you wouldn't believe this, but I totally thought I saw you already today. Some poor girl had to put up with me running and yellin' at her." He chuckles. "Anyway, it's really you! Hey!"
Neptune rubs at the back of his neck, doing the habitual check-over he's done with all his friends in this place so far. Are they okay? Do they seem healthy? Hurt? Pyrrha seems pretty good, but she strikes him as the kind of person who's really good at internalizing stuff. That kinda thing comes with being famous, he figures.
-- "You look great." Because it wouldn't be Neptune if he didn't shmooze just a little. Even if his shmoozing is sincere. "Were you, uh -- Look, not to presume, but I'm like, brand new here, and kinda totally lost. If you're not busy, would you wanna... do something? I hear there's some sketchy areas that could use some serious exploring." --