Haruto’d met plenty of people during his line of work. Gates, fellow mages, Kamen Riders, you name it, he probably met it at some point. But remembering, that was a different kind of thing. It took a special kind of person for him to remember anything beyond their face.
So, when he ran into (what he could only assume was?) a giant blue humanoid turtle who actively called him by name, he was... a bit perturbed.
“Um...” He’d press his lips together, nervously trying to think. “Have I met you before...?”
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