There’s a sense of anxiety as he spots her. A feeling of dread and insecurity. It’s been awhile since he’s laid eyes on her form, her figure, or her falsified head. And even though reunions should be met with an embrace of sunny nostalgia, he finds nothing but the sensation of his saliva catching along the inside of his throat. It’s not that he fears her-- being what she was, he could never come to terms of finding anything scary about her presence. But it was that he feared who could be in the city accompanying her. As he knew it, Celty was always shielded by someone in one way or another, whether it be Shinra, the kids, or the unspoken force he didn’t want to face. Any of the prior mentioned above could ruin his chance at blending in with the society he shrouded himself into now. Granted, she too could easily resort back to old times-- though the knowledge that her temperament was more passive led him to believe she wouldn’t. Not unless he provoked her to.
Still, old habits died hard. Despite his growth and his maturity, he remained the same person he had been before and always would be. Only now in present, he had come to accept many things that he could not before. One being conquering fear. That being said, he makes his way across the street, carefully coming up from her side rather than her back. On his features, a piqued brow of interest and curved lips of curiousness, though not quite yet a smile. “You know, I’d recognize that blaring yellow color from anywhere.” Is what he starts with, cool and collected. “Long time no see, Celty..~” A flick of edge on his tongue, involuntary to his planned approach. “Care to indulge me in some casual, re-connecting and catching up talk?”
