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Roxas was quick to analyze the woman before him. Tall and seemingly independent. She reminded him of someone else he knew in the matter of strength for he could see that spark in her lit up eyes. After realizing he had been staring for too long, he finally spoke, "Oh – ahah, my bad. I'm Roxas!" He exclaimed, "Who are you?
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"There's been a lot of Sevens running around lately. I wonder if Kazusa has something to do with this?"
I, uh.. I'm not sure, to be honest with you. {she withdraws herself, averting her gaze elsewhere.}
What do you mean? [Sam reached out, taking hold of Seven's wrist in his hand pulled her close before using his free hand to check her forehead] What's going on?
I.. Miss you...
You alright Seven?
"Sam..." The silverette whispers under her breath, and it is barely audible but can be barely made out. She reaches unsheathed digits upward and gingerly graces his chest, right above his heart, allowing violet hues to meet with his own before bowing her head before him, as if shying away suddenly. She had missed him.
The sound of his name leaving familiar lips made the brunet turn, blue-green gaze focusing on the silver haired female before him. The hunter canted his head to the side, a look of curiousity crossing his visage at her sudden presence. His hand instinctly reached for the one that was placed on his chest, calloused fingertips embracing the other's. Despite the confusion that had now appeared on his features, Sam offered the woman a smile."Hey, everything alright?"
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Amethyst hues simply observe the face of the young woman who has approached her. The other's visage nor form held no familiarity, which in result caused slight apprehension to build behind the polite facade upon her countenance, however despite the unease, she greets the other with a small smile, a slight nod and a warm greeting befitting her noble blood. “A pleasure…”
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