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(closed starter for @sharilton-princess-premiere)
Alvin often stopped by the Sharilton manor these days. Aside from visiting Elize and Driselle, and being back and forth to Rieze Maxia on business, he’d been recruited as one of the few remaining experts to dismantle some of Exodus’ old equipment from their various installations around the country. It certainly had kept him busy and distracted, which was a relief in some ways.
Today had been one of those busy days, but after he’d made the usual round of hellos, he sobered slightly.
“I have a present for you, Princess, although I don’t know if you want it or not.” He reached into the breast pocket of his sportcoat and pulled out a slim black cylinder, offering it to her on an open palm. Roughly the size of his index finger, it sported a pair of connectors on each end, and a thin band of Exodus-yellow around the far side.