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Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

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The person seemed to be waking up, and Kyle watched as they lifted their head ever so slightly, opening their eyes just enough so he could get a glimpse at them. His face immediately flushed in embarrassment realizing that this was actually a woman, not a man. He began to stammer, but rather than apologize he became enraptured with what he could see of her amethyst orbs; they were really quite beautiful. Staring into those sleep filled eyes he corrected his earlier statement, "Uh..e-excuse me miss, but are you-" Kyle unfortunately was unable to finish the sentence as a very sleuthy arm made its way to his side, pulling him in for an embrace. Faster than he could protest the other arm shot over pulling him up on top of her and locked him into a very warm prison; half body warmth, half surprised embarrassment.

"L-Lady! What the hell are you doing?!" His body struggled against her grip, more like flailed in a desperate and vain attempt to escape his confines; his glasses even fell off. For someone who's body looked so tall, yet so lithe, she was surprisingly strong and Kyle couldn't flex his way out it. Reducing his flailing, his cheeks not getting any less red he took stock of the situation and the woman he was lying on top of. It seemed that she had fallen asleep again, a warm smile planted on her face, clearly someone was enjoying this situation far more than the other. Its not to say he didn't want to be pressed up against a woman, just not out in the public's eyes, in a non-consensual, non-mutual way. Speaking of which his eyes turned towards the crowd of academy students walking by, many stared and snickered, whispering things that Kyle could only imagine and yet all decided to pass them by, because clearly this was such a normal situation for someone to be in.

Sighing he stared down at the woman's face, she did look pretty, despite the scars, her smile was childlike and endearing and he could feel her breathing as her chest lifted lightly up into him, despite having someone who was probably much heavier on top. She smelled of ash and soot, almost like she was around something that was burning recently, that's when he noted the clothing, was she a firefighter? Why would a firefighter be sleeping out on a bench near the academy? Had something happened here recently? He felt bad, its not like he didn't want to wake her up because she seemed so calm, and yet Kyle's uncomfortable meter was rising fairly high...he needed to get out of this. One thing at a time, that was his decision, and so with great effort and determination he began to pull his arm from the vice grip it was in. It took a great deal of effort and he could feel himself sweating from it, but he managed to pry his arm free like a cork from a bottle. Shaking it out a little he debated how he could wake her up, as much as a pinched cheek would probably work, he wanted to go a route that wouldn't cause her too much pain. Reaching his hand up, he brought it close to her face and pinched her nostrils shut, without an ample supply of automatic oxygen entering her lungs, the act alone should jostle her awake.

@Silver Fox

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

@Fabricant451 ....

@lovely complex

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

@Fabricant451 Don't leeeeeeeave!

Divided We Stand

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Elijah & Cara

Location: Outside the Wardens office → Outside the Control Room → Outside of Old East → Atop a Campus Tower
Interacting With: Each other _{@BeastofDestiny@Wintergrey}

Sneaky → Angry → Villainous → Hopeful → Ticked Off → Happy → Careful → On Edge → Giggly → Curious → Bored → Annoyed → Bubbly → Teasing → Furious → Confused → Furious → Murderous → Surprised → Venomous → Lonely
Complacent → Annoyed → Threatening → Intrigued → Interrogative → Sarcastic → Informative → Explanatory → Interrogative → Unhelpful → Empathetic → Revealed → Defensive → Supportive → Contemplative

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Cara was wandering through the halls of the campus, just for the sake of exploring. It was a habit of hers to find every nook and cranny when she came somewhere new. Eli has engraved that into her. He figured if she knew her surroundings it would give her the advantage she needed over metahumans. As much as she hated him, he wasn’t wrong. And in a place like Mayweather, she needed every advantage she could get over the other metas.

After making a quick pit stop at her room to throw her bags, Cara began to walk down the corridor of rooms. Cara froze in place the second she heard voices coming from inside one of the rooms. Pressing herself against the wall, she looked to her left and saw an open door, with two girls sitting inside. At least one was a girl, besides a crooked nose she seemed normal enough. For the other it was a little harder to tell. She was completely bald with glowing fissures streaking through her skull. Fucking gross. Still Cara didn’t make a sound, this was the perfect opportunity to get info.

“-hear about Lucas and Eliana?” Crooked nose.

Fissure face laughed, “I can’t even tell with those two. They totally are in love with each other, but they show it soooo weird.”

“In love? No-” Waving the nose job needy girl off, fissure face interrupted.

“Oh come on, haven’t you seen the Delphina Times?” So they were Delphina villains, huh. “It’s all there. Lucas literally talking to like every one of Eliana’s family can’t be a coincidence. They must be one of those love-hate relationships.”

Crooked rolled her eyes, “If you’d let me finish, I was about to say that Eliana is totally fucking Eli-” Cara immediately tuned out of the rest of the conversation. Everything seemed to go grey and silent around her. Eli was here… Waiting for her, teasing her. It was just like the bastard. Clenching her fist, Cara teleported into the room directly in front of Crooked. The girl startled back in surprise at the sudden woman in her room. “What the fuck did you just say? Where’s Eli?” Cara’s hand shot out to the girl’s throat.

Fear evident in her eyes. The girl started babbling, “I-I don’t know. Please don’t hurt me.” Some villain. Rolling her eyes, Cara tossed her to the side and turned for fissure face, only to see her missing. In her place was a large glowing crystal. “Fuck!” Cara started striding out of the room when she heard Crooked stutter out, “W-who are you?”

Laughing, Cara teleported back in front of her, causing her to flinch in fear once again. Staring at her closely for a moment, as if studying her, Cara replied, “I’m the bloody Reaper, and I’m here to collect my dues.” She gave the girl a smile as crooked as her nose. Leaning in real close, Cara licked the side of her cheek. Crooked stiffened, shaking at the crazy girl in her room.

Cara disappeared without another word. She hadn’t seen most of the Academy, but luckily she didn’t have to search long for the person she was looking for. The pale sunglass guy that first showed her to the Mrs. Lovelace. It wasn’t a great lead, but right now he was the only one in this place she knew. Teleporting next to him she threw an arm around her shoulder. “Listen, glasses, I need your help with something.”

Elijah’s conversation with Lucas and Keats was rather short lived as he made his way out the building and Leon ushered those two into his office. He walked along the pathway, and gave ponder to the events that had just previously transpired. Gianna literally had him around a noose, she could have blown the rape whistle, or hell even told Leon of what really transpired and how she defended herself from their confrontation. Yet instead she told the man that he had confessed and professed his love to her...that was a slightly sickening thought, yet completely unlike her and yet….it was like her old self. Before his mind could wander any further a sudden weight was placed on his body, nothing too heavy, just something that literally wasn’t there before. A voice spoke to him and his head turned as he inclined on the sudden new presence.

Teleporters weren’t a rare occurrence at this school, but to have one suddenly beside him, made him not so much uneasy as cautious. His head tilted and his eyebrow raised as he tried to identify the woman next to him, ”Have we met before?” He browsed his memory, finally recognizing the swirling and cruel aura beside him, ”Ah...yes, the one I escorted to the professor’s office.” Why had she come to him? Perhaps because he was the first person she interacted with? Their interaction was brief, but he supposed it was notable, it wasn’t like everyone on campus was wearing archaic robes from another realm. ”To what do I owe this...chance encounter?”

Cara cocked her head to the side watching him. Sticking out her bottom lip in a slight pout she asked, “Is that any way to speak to the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen?” She had no way of knowing that the man in front of her was blind, and had no idea what she looked like. Cara’s mood changed from disappointed to cheerful and bubbly in the blink of an eye. “Cara’s the name, Shady! Cara Reaper.” Holding her hand out to shake, Cara delightedly grinned, tongue running across her widely exposed teeth.

”If only I could see, then maybe I would appreciate such beauty,” what a narcissus, even if Elijah could ‘see’ he could at least tell plenty enough from the aura this woman exuded; quite distasteful. ”I’ll ask again Ms. Reaper, more bluntly this time, what do you want from me?” His voice was rather stern,and though he noted her hand’s extension, the gesture was not reciprocated. He was not one to be bothered with petty introductions and requests, if there was something someone wanted, they’d better spit it out, not that he’d do anything in retribution, he just hated being annoyed.

Cara rolled her eyes over dramatically. She made a face, sticking out her tongue before asking rather rudely, “Does being blind always make you this cranky?” Dropping her hand to her side Cara grew serious. “I’m looking for a man, okay. His name’s Eli, and you’re going to tell me everything you know about him.” Cara rested a hand firmly on Shady’s shirt, ready to grab him and teleport at a moment's notice. If he needed any persuading, Cara knew a place about 20,000 feet up.

Eli? Few people knew his nickname, even fewer called him by it, but when her attitude came off as threatening, Elijah countered. ”And if you were any the wiser then you would let go, lest you get burnt.” he grabbed the hand that touched him, a forceful grab, an intimidating and knowing kind of touch that refused to let go, just as she refused to let go of him as the temperature began to rise. Why did she want to know of him, or perhaps it was another Eli she was referring of? Regardless he was curious, ”Fine, I shall show you of Eli, but if you refuse to let go, you’ll certainly turn to cinder. So would you rather have information? Or a Barbeque?” the young pyromancer informed in a rather intimidating tone. Somehow he figured this wouldn’t faze her, but at the same time, he was the only one who knew of ‘Eli’, why else would she come to him?

Cara stared deep into the man’s sunglasses. Seconds passed without a word, not even a movement. The air around the two of them felt tense. Slowly a the grin reappeared on Cara’s face. She started to laugh hard. Grabbing her sides, Cara slide to the ground. Wiping a tear away from her eye she said, “ I love barbeque. Rain Check though, I just ate.” Throwing out her hand to see if he would help her up she added, “well, no time to dilly dally. Let’s go hon.”

This girl was...unusual, first she makes threats, then laughs in the face of retaliation. He tried to key her aura, but it was wild and changing, though one thing stood out the most, instability. This being said, the girl wasn’t going to do anything to him, not unless she wanted answers, so he took her extended hand and lifted her up. ”Fine then, what do you wish to know of Eli? Where he lives? What he does? His purpose on campus?” Whatever the reason, he had questions for her and what her interest in him was

Cara graciously took the hand up and started playing with her hair. Looking very innocent as she twirled it between her fingers she gazed at him. “What do I want..? I want to know where Eli is so I can put a bullet between- Sorry, that was rude of me.” Giggling she said, “You know how we villians get.” Walking a few steps ahead of him, she turned and called over her shoulder. “Come on, might as well give me a tour while we talk. Really is no need to be rude.”

She wanted him dead? Again this raised the question as to whether or not she really meant him, or some other Eli. She didn’t have to say she was a villain, it was already clear as day, unpredictability, coupled with instability and perhaps a touch of insanity; she was the epitome of a dangerous villain. His brow narrowed at her request though, ”Really?” he asked unimpressed, ”You’re going to come to the one blind student on campus and ask me to show you around?” He paused for a moment, it’s not like he didn’t know his way around the school, even if he had only been here a couple of months. However, if she was expecting something quite grandiose, she’d be sorely disappointed, still he wanted some answers and he’d probe for them in conversation. ”Very well,” he started moving, ”Let us walk then, but we’ll start with the building behind me, those are The Warden offices, think of them as super powered hall monitors, they have authority and can use it, to an extent. Are they respected? That’s a whole other story, though unfortunately they have a pretty direct line to the school headmasters, and their office is jointed to the actual campus security office.”

Cara clapped her hands in delight as he agreed to show her around. Waiting for him to catch up she linked arms with him and skipped along side. Cara glanced back at the first building he pointed out. Hall monitors, what a bunch of pricks. “How do you know where everything is, if you’re blind? Are you like a bat with sonar? Can I call you batman?” She grinned, looking up at him happily, joking around.

They walked along the path and he didn't resist her when she linked arms with him. Upon her question though he looked towards her, ”It's complicated to explain, simply know that while I may not see, I 'see’ things that others do not. Call it sonar or whatever you wish, it doesn't matter.”

Cara quickly grew bored when Sunglasses tried to explain, “Yeah, yeah whatever batman. Back to Eli. You know where to find him, right? Can we just skip to that part?”

Hm, straight to the point then? ”Perhaps, perhaps not. As a villain you should well know that knowledge is power, and one favor calls for another. I’m giving you a tour, I’m helping you find Eli, but first I want to know why? What has he done that makes you wish to kill him?” They passed by the control room and he continued speaking, ”That rather large building is the control room, that’s where we just were. It's essentially a proving grounds, a place to train and hone your skills as well. There are multiple rooms, all with different simulations and levels of difficulty, some of those levels can be crippling to both the body and mind. The large room we were all just in earlier is for large scale battles and where the tournament is going to be held. I assume that since you spoke with the professor you are participating? I didn’t see you when all of us were together.”

Oh my god. “You heroes are all the same!” Cara’s head rolled up to the sky, like rolling her eyes wasn’t enough anymore to convey her emotion. “Blah blah why do you wanna kill him. Blah blah be the bigger person. You wanna talk favors fine, but I’ve been here for all of 30 minutes and you really think I’m going to give up my life story?” Cara faced away from him so he couldn’t see, or batsense, her smile drop momentarily. Turning back to him, the smile returned to its proper place she splayed her arms, showing off the dozens are scars laced across them. At the end of each wrist, much clearer scars showed themselves, evidence of cuffs. “He did give me these though. Lots of these lovelies, all over.” Reaching up to the neck of her shirt she grabbed at the collar and pulled it down slightly, “You wanna see the others?”

”Don't delude yourself, no true hero would threaten another's life,” he briefly recalled, wishing he had made good on his promise earlier, ”but as I’ve said, knowledge is power, power even villains like you or I could utilize,” Elijah looked over to find the young woman’s aura suddenly...damper, before it picked right back up again. She explained her story and the scars across her body were much more prominent now, even the ones not so visible to him, ”So you are filled with suffering then...and you seek redemption for the crimes committed against you?” it was a tale told once before, by many others long ago, yet this sealed that she was not looking for him. ”I guarantee you will not find peace in Eli’s death, and suffering will only continue to follow in your wake, but do as you will for that is the villain’s creed, is it not?” Their walk took them towards the campus housing, at least building East, ”Old East, one of the two campus dormitories, it's co-ed, just like its sister building on the west side, you’ll find that regardless of which building, both dormitories hold students of Delphina and Mayweather, though my room is in the west building.”

Glancing in the direction of the west dormitories Cara said, “Well well batman, already trying to woe me to your room? Well it won’t work! I am a woman of dignity.” Unable to keep up the lie, she burst out laughing before wondering another thing about her strange tour guide. “Do you always talk like a 5th century knight?” Cara marched around Eli, using her best impression of his voice to imitate him, “I guarantee you will not find peace. I say, knowledge is power, if my name isn’t…” Cara paused. Turning her head to face him she asked, “What’d you say your name was?”

If Elijah could roll his eyes, he would, ‘please…’ he thought. That’s when the real question came out after a rather unimpressionable mockery, ”I didn’t,” he slowly strode past her, ”And yet I’m sorry to inform you that I’m not the Eli you’re looking for.” he mentioned this a few good feet away from her before turning to face her, ”Truthfully, most would call me Elijah. As for the Eli you seek, I know nothing of him, though for the scars he caused you, it does not surprise me you seek him.” The truth was out, she wasn’t after him, but considering he did lead her on, he did expect some form of retaliation, though she was unpredictable and could potentially do nothing. Either way, he’d be prepared.

Paused halfway through her playful march, Cara mood changed drastically. One moment she was a couple feet away practically dancing, the next she was standing an inch away from Eli quivering with tension and rage. “What kind of fucking game do you think this is Eli? This another one of your tricks, your lessons?” Cara never took her eyes off of his face, watching him like she wasn’t sure whether to run or attack. Teleporting back away, Cara reappeared crouching with her head between her hands, “You were here the whole time weren’t you, Eli. Hiding, like a coward. Who disguised you, huh, that bitch Alexis?” She completely ignored the words about not being the same Eli she was after.

Teleporting to a standing position, Cara pointed a finger straight at Eli, “Don’t you- don’t you fucking say a word! Just-” In the heat of the moment she didn’t even know what to say. It had always been something she would figure out when the time came, but now that she was faced with her(supposed) adversary she couldn’t even find the words to talk. So why bother. Breaking out into a sprint, Cara dove nearly 10 feet away, teleporting right into Eli’s stomach. The second the two collided she teleported again, onto a tower she remembered seeing on the tour. “Come the fuck on then, stop running and lets finish this.” She teleported again appearing moments later with a golf club in hand.

This was an unexpected turn of events, suddenly he was teleported to a tower, after a random and rather explosive breakdown; she had a weapon, but he was prepared to fight. Dodging and weaving, he avoided any blows that were directed towards him. Her blows could have killed any normal person, but he was far from it, and eventually her swing had slowed enough for his hand to shoot out and grab at the weapon she wielded and melting its metallic form in their hands. It may have burned her, but hopefully that would stop her from performing any more idiotic feats. ”Listen to me!” his voice was stern and commandingl, ”I understand you are in great pain, but I am not the enemy you seek. Trust in me, and if you seek guidance I shall help you, your past is burdened, but your future could be bright.” his hands gripped tightly on her shoulders, rendering any sudden movement as he tried to calm the young woman. She was strong, but unpredictable, Elijah had to be prepared for whatever moves she made, and he repeated again, ”I am not your enemy, but if you would like, I can become your ally….”

Just like the old days, when they spared together. Until the club melted in her hands. Yelping in pain, Cara lept back staring at the deep red marks seared into both palms. What the hell. Eli couldn’t melt stuff, only cut. He was telling the truth. This imposter in front of her wasn’t the one she was looking for. He grabbed her by the shoulder roughly, holding her in place. Cara’s head dipped towards her shoes as she spoke. “I work alone.” The words came out of her mouth at barely a whisper. Before he had a chance to respond she grabbed his hand and bit down hard. Her mouth filled with blood, dribbling down the corner of her mouth. Pulling back from him, mouth stained red she teleported away leaving him stuck on the roof of the tower she had just brought him to. “I’m always alone.” Though she was certain he couldn’t hear her from across campus, she continued to talk. Maybe it was to try and reassure herself, though it didn’t do much good.

Elijah, though expecting the unexpected, was unable to predict such a powerful bite. Though he held his tongue as the pain flowed through him, the young woman teleported away and he was left atop the campus tower; alone. He was very high up, and he could have jumped down at anytime, but he needed time, time to think. There was another soul in need of guidance and though he was no hero, he was determined to help the estranged woman, perhaps find her some peace. The crimson liquid dripped from his body as water from a stalactite, clenching his fist, his hand began to sear the wound, the blood bubbling and boiling. Soon enough the wound blistered into a cauterized scar and he seated himself atop the tower in a meditative pose, pondering over the events that transpired. His mind wandered to Cara’s final words before she left, and he thought to himself, ’If you were truly alone, then why did you come to me?’

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

@Silver Fox And this is what i get for checking on Ashton -_-

I'm fully expecting Amaya to just walk by now and be like, dafuq? @Knight of Doom

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

@Silver Fox I agree, sleep is important

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

@Silver Fox Do it, i date dare you.

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

Prepare for a long, but good read, and also @Stern Algorithm I forgot to mention you in my post.

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

Kyle yawned as he walked through the streets of Shine City. Despite his somewhat tired appearance, last night had been the most sleep he has gotten in a very long time. Maybe he wanted to contribute it to the blonde vixen he met last evening, though made even stranger by the new friend they'd made as well. Rifling through his pocket he pulled a small business card, recounting the events that happened earlier in the morning.

A night to never forget

Featuring @BeastofDestiny, @Knight of Doom, @Viciousmarrow, & @MyCatGinger

Patience nearly screamed when the two strangers from earlier approached her from out of the blue. Drunkenly, she staggered back away from them, a bewildered expression etched into her facial features. Once she realized they weren’t here to mug her or anything, her body seemed to relax and a small, sloppy smile caressed her lips. People did care about her after all! ”Oh yes! I am fine, fine, fine! I just no can get over to da roaddd. It’s so far away and I have been cursed by a widch.” Wiping her eyes, she tried to pretend that she hadn’t been crying or anything, but the redhead wasn’t sober enough to put on a good enough act. ”I’m Pat-Pat…” She stumbled over her own name, loaded with so much alcohol she couldn’t even pronounce it right. ”Pati.” she finally got out.

Her glazed, emerald orbs ran up and down the couple before her. They appeared the most divine duo to her, perfectly matched and oh so happy! Her brain was making up things about them: how they met, how long they’d been dating, and oh… it was so wonderful! If only she could share such a romance as they! ”You two are a bery beautiful couple, you know?” A loud hiccup interrupted her spiel, but Patience didn’t seem to notice. ”I dink you should get married and have da most cutest babies ever.” Before they could even muster up a response, she had her wallet out and pulled forth an elaborate business card with her full name and contact information that she eagerly insisted they take. ”I marry people! I will do yours for free ‘cause you are bery, bery beautiful.”

_{Forty-eight to rendezvous!
I’m gonna blow a wad on you!
OH, OH, OH!
I’m comin’ in my pants, shined shoes!
It’s my best suit baby!
Gonna pick your flower, gonna be there in an hour!}

No sooner than the inebriated woman exclaimed her enamourment of their relationship, a funky beat blared from her pocket. Almost immediately, the redhead began dancing to the beat, bobbing her head and flailing her arms like a dying animal. ”I love this song!!” It didn’t take her long to realize that song was also her ring tone though. Her hands snatched the vibrating device quickly and put the speaker to her ear. ”Hello~?!” On the other line was the familiar voice of Shou, which sparked her smile to widen. She was making so many friends now! ”Shoshoooo! You gonna pick me up?! You are da shweetiest man in da whole world! I am da park with two of my beshties, mhmm. Come shoon, okay? I luh you lotsh!” The man on the phone didn’t get a chance to respond before she hung up.

On the other side of the line, the professor barked into the phone, “The park? Besties? Patience, did they get you drunk- Patience? Hello?!”
His answer was the dull beeping of the phone that signalled that this particular conversation was over. Sighing, and much more awake now, he finished buttoning up his trousers and grabbed his jacket with his free hand, using the other to give the German Shepherd a quick, reassuring pat before he almost flew through the door and skilfully (thank goodness) clambered down the stairs. One foot after the other, this wouldn’t be so hard...he paused just for a second to grab his car-keys from a neat table beside the front door, and unlocking it just as he locked the door to his quaint little house behind him, he hopped into the car with a vigour he wouldn’t show even at work (unless he was talking about, say, stem cell research for example). Internally he groaned, and his whole body scolded him with aches and pains, urging him to go back to bed. He fought sleep as he revved up the engine of the champagne green Ford Explorer, and before he knew it, he was driving down the familiar road that led into Shine City from the suburbs in which he lived.
Patience Morgan, just what have you gone and done to yourself this time…

Turning to the future bride and groom, Patience grabbed both of their hands. ”Can you lovebugsh take me to da roaddd? I no can ged dare on my own ‘cause I had like… two boddles of vodka or someding…” she asked them sweetly.

Her initial reaction was that of fear, but she quickly seemed to calm down and Kyle tried to help calm her down further, shushing and reaching out towards her. She seemed to recognize them as friends and that was good, but Jesus. Fucking. Christ. This woman was shitfaced beyond absolute belief and the alcohol was very, very apparent, all two bottles of it. Her speech was extremely slurred and pretty difficult to distinguish, but the part about marriage was clear as day. ”M-M-Married?!” His face heavily flushed at the comment, and just being handed the card made it worse. He turned his head to Amaya, beet red and all, a look on his face as if he wanted to say ‘I’m so sorry’. When her phone buzzed his head whipped back to face her, her drunkenness all the more apparent as she flailed her body wildly and unpredictably. He was tempted to tell her that her phone was ringing, but she seemed to realize it herself. So she knew Shou? That was name he hadn’t heard in a long while, but at least she had a good person to rely on...would he have even been up this late?

After her call she took both his and Amaya’s hands, asking for their help. Looking to Amaya he smiled sheepishly, but knowingly, before turning back to their new ‘beshtie’. ”Sure, we can take you there. Are you okay to walk?” He was certain she wasn’t, but it wasn’t like they could just leave her. He might need to give her a lift so to speak, but if Shou was coming, he’d be willing to wait for him.

Amaya found the situation a bit funny. The drunk girl thought that the two were dating. She even offered to do the two's wedding for free. If that's the case, they might have to get married. Weddings were extremely expensive. The blonde couldn't help but giggle when Kyle turned red. It was kinda cute. The drunk girl was definitely not getting anywhere without help. Amaya wasn't sure why she had drank so much, people do it for different reasons. She seemed happy enough, but it was most likely the alcohol releasing dopamine into her brain.

The phone call was a bit odd. Mostly because Amaya realized that she might know the person on the other end. Shou? That was the first name of her biology professor last year. She had gotten along fairly well with him, but it was always odd interacting with a teacher outside of school. However, it was possible for the person on the other end of her phone to be a different person. Many people share the same name. When Kyle asked if the pretty redhead could walk, Amaya realized that it might be a bit difficult, so she got a little bit closer in case she fell.

Patience seemed confused at the question, as if she didn’t understand what he was asking. ”Walk?” she inquired, tilting her head as she did. ”I… I dink so?” Her eyes went to her feet, and she began to clack her nice, suede shoes loudly against the concrete. Like a child, the drunk was having way too much fun with this, stomping harder and harder until her stomach began to tilt from the exertion. ”I no feel good…” she mumbled out as the wave of nausea hit her like a ton of bricks. The overconsumption of alcohol was finally starting to reap its consequences. Her hands pulled them in due haste. There was a clear want to get to the road as fast as possible radiating from her, at least judging from the panic state that was dawning on the poor girl. ”Hurry, hurry!” her slurred tone urged, though she was having no luck with pulling them along. Patience was far too weak a woman for such physical tasks.

Yea...she was totally drunk, though he couldn’t help but feel she was adorable with her shoe clacking despite how others would find it annoying. When she stopped though Kyle eyed her curiously and could barely hear the words she mumbled. He tried to lean in closer to hear her, but to no avail and suddenly, desperately, she pulled on the two off them, again to no avail. She tried to rush them along, but it suddenly dawned on Kyle, ”She’s gonna puke…” he voiced out low, ”It's okay, let it out if you need to, just..not on us.”

Amaya’s blue eyes got wider when the nameless drunk pulled the two along with her. They got bit wider when Kyle said she was about to puke. Oh, gosh, would she be alright? It was possible to get alcohol poisoning. How much did she drink? The blonde began to panic a bit. Should they get her to a hospital? But Shou was coming to pick her up. They’d just have to get her to the road and wait for him.

The redhead was sweating in her ill condition, and at the man’s request, she released them from her grip before she turned around, got on all fours, and tried to empty her stomach. Despite the myriad of disturbing noises that emanated from her throat, nothing actually came out, just gross lines of saliva that she spit out. This had been a recurring issue for her when she got this drunk: Patience simply couldn’t puke, for whatever reason. In essence, she was stuck with that awful churning feeling until she could get some alka seltzer down, which was something she didn’t exactly have on hand all the time. Getting onto her knees, Patience looked like hell, panting and wide-eyed as if she were a frightened doe. ”I need da aky pills!” she called out desperately, her hands clutching her stomach in vain. For a moment, the struggling woman attempted to get back onto her feet, but it didn’t look like she was going to be able to now, not with the excruciating sensation that plagued her.

”aky pills?” Kyle was confused, but if anything made sense, it was clear she wasn’t having a good time and there’s no way she was walking anywhere anytime soon. He moved closer to her and slowly began to lift up her body, ”Come on sweetie, we’ll get to you to the road.” He made sure his movements were careful, last thing he wanted was for a drunk girl to puke on him simply because she was jostled a little too heavily.

Luckily, no misfortune happened upon Kyle as the intoxicated woman was lifted into his arms. In fact, the ginger haired woman relaxed and even let out a coo. How long had it been since a man had even touched her? Oh, it had been quite some time, further than Patience could recall. Though this was not her man, she relished the sensation of being held, which was quite clear in her visage. There was a twinkle in her eyes, as if she were starstruck, and her heart, along with her stomach, fluttered. Her pert lips were slightly agape, as if in need of a prince charming to plant his own against hers. This mysterious stranger was so cute! It was a shame that he was taken… and that she probably wouldn’t remember him tomorrow. ”Tak…” she whispered in Danish, a simple way to say thank you. It was unlikely he’d know the language, but the thought didn’t cross her mind.

Her body language suddenly relaxed and almost seemed to become more...sensual as the young woman was lifted into his arms. She was so light and despite her drunken state she was actually pretty cute, though Kyle wouldn’t take advantage of such a woman in such a state as this. He was more concerned about getting her to the road and hopefully Shou would be coming along, it wasn’t exactly specified in the phone call that he was actually coming. She whispered something that Kyle couldn’t understand, maybe her speech was still slurred, but Kyle thought that maybe she was saying ‘thank you’? He wasn’t sure, but whether he was right or wrong, he simply said aloud, ”Don’t mention it,” he smiled down at the young woman before looking around to see where the nearest street was. His target in sight he turned to Amaya, ”Street’s not far off, let’s keep her company till her ride comes, yea?” He started towards the road, the young woman silently bobbing in his arms as he walked along, seeming to have fallen asleep.

Amaya felt pretty useless when Kyle started to carry the pretty girl. She looked like a helpless princess in some sort of fucked up fairytale. However, what concerned her more was the fact that the girl wasn’t throwing up properly. That usually meant that she didn’t have any food in her system, which meant that the alcohol had more affect on her. The blonde’s companion was very gentle with her as he carried her over to the street. “Yea,” Amaya half sighed. “Hopefully, it won’t take too much time for her ride to get here. I’m pretty worried about her health.”

It didn’t take horribly long for the professor to arrive at the park, his eyes bleary with sleep still but himself wide awake, searching for anything and everything that might resemble the familiar student’s bright red hair. After what seemed like an eternity of searching (which, at the most, must have been ten minutes), he stumbled across a very familiar figure standing by the main road. No, it wasn’t the figure that was standing that was incredibly familiar to him, but the figure nestled into this man’s strong arms that sent alarms off all throughout the professor’s consciousness. He breathed in sharply but kept his calm, all possible scenarios running through his head of possible abduction plans involving Patience and whatever else might be in store, but as he pulled over, tucking his car neatly into a parking space (nobody parked their cars around the park in the middle of the night, anyhow, so that wasn’t too difficult a task), he could make out better who the man holding Patience was. Ah, so it was him...Shou hadn’t seen this man in a while, it would seem. Nonetheless, the breath he didn’t realise he had been holding was released. Patience was in safe hands with this man - literally, as well as figuratively, too.

Tentatively, he stepped out of the car, choosing to leave his jacket behind him. He was dressed in what would be consideredmore winter clothing than summer (being grabbed in his half-asleep daze from his closet in the dark). With confident, sleek slides, keeping his composure up in a manner reminiscent of a black cat, his silver hair contrasted heavily with his shirt, glittering in the light that the streetlamps cast down. He approached the man who cradled Patience in his arms and breathed a sigh of relief, “...Kyle Parker. It’s nice to see you.”
The pleasantry seemed unnecessary, for both parties knew what the matter at hand was. “I apologise for being so callous. It’s...well, it’s past midnight now, and orientation day at the academy begins tomorrow. This little lady had me very, very worried.” he gestured to the half-asleep Patience being carried by the younger, but definitely more toned, gentleman. “...thank you for taking good care of her, Kyle. I’m glad she didn’t get into the wrong hands.”
His eyes turning away, once he was absolutely reassured that his student was alright, finally rose to meet another very familiar face. It was his student, from the year prior! It had felt as if an eternity had passed between them seeing each other. “Miss Tsukino! You and Mister Parker are...oh my. It’s nice to see you out here, too. ...now I definitely know Patience was in good hands.”

At the sound of her dear friend’s voice, Patience fought her way out of Kyle’s arms, accidentally elbowing him in the face as she did so. The redhead didn’t seem to notice though, and toughing through the nausea, she bounded over to the silver haired gentleman. Her soft hands reached up, grabbed the back of his neck, and forcefully pulled him into her chest. ”Shouie Wowie! I knew I’d shee you tonighd! You shoooo cuuuude!” Her whimsical tone was loud and reverberated down a block or two. The poor Professor was trapped in a vice grip, slowly suffocating in Patience’s vest-clad chest, and had it not been for the shrill chirp of his peer’s phone, he might’ve remained there for an indefinite amount of time. Releasing Shou from his prison, her hand brought out her phone once more. A message from the Süper driver she had requested blipped up on the home screen, but she was far too drunk to be able to read coherently. ”Oh noooo~! I made thish pershon come all dis way for nodingg.” Her gaze flitted back and forth, from Shou to the street, back to the park, and strangely, to a tree. It took her a few moments of spinning around to actually find the Süper driver’s vehicle, which was a crummy looking van that immediately made the woman sad. ”That pershon doeshn’t have a good car! That’sh terrible…” she muttered, a few tears actually raining to the ground. ”Do you tink you guysh could get a ride from them?! I will pay! Alsho you should give them this moniesh.” Suddenly, Patience produced a wad of cash that amounted to around $200 and pushed it into Kyle’s hand! Hopefully that would help the dutiful citizen out! With a gleeful smile, she wrapped her arm around Shou’s elbow and glared at him with intent. ”Lesh goooo, Mojo Shoshooo!”

Kyle shook his head, ”Hey Shou, good to see you and really it was no trouble at all, we jus- (Shit!)” Mid explanation the girl's elbow smashed it's way into Kyle's nose, causing him to spit out a cuss in English. Rubbing the sore spot, he watched the rather unusual scene unfold before him.

Amaya was a bit surprised when she realized it was her professor from school. It seemed as though Kyle seemed to know him as well. Huh, small world. When the drunk girl noticed Shou and accidentally smashed Kyle in the nose, Amaya made sure he was okay. “Are you alright?” But it didn’t seem to be a big deal since no blood seemed to be pouring down his face. Looking back over at the other two, they seemed to be very close. Especially since he had come here at this hour to pick her up.

”Yea, I'm fine, don't worry.” his face looked pained, but he smiled reassuringly through it.

“E-erk…!” the professor, no time to respond to Kyle, gulped as he was forced to fold in half, the girl of about just above five feet pulling him to her chest. He hadn’t expected the sudden jerk, and he soon found himself kneeling on the dusty pavement, his face smothered in her chest. Immediately, the blood rushed to his cheeks and he reached up, firmly grabbing the girl’s shoulders as he distanced himself from her, breathing in sweet air with an audible gasp. “P-patience, p-please…” he insisted, his face flushed a rosy pink under the streetlights. He breathed a silent thanks to the gods above when she let him go, slowly getting to his feet and dusting himself off, turning his nose up to try and hide the blush across his cheeks, though out of the corner of his eye he still watched Patience’s every move, wary of any other advances she may make. She answered her phone, and immediately Shou felt the need to pinch the bridge of his nose again. She had made someone else come to get her, and now they had to go back, and they would have troubled themselves, and Shou hadn’t wanted that at all. It was fine if Patience troubled him, but anyone else, he personally felt responsible for. It didn’t take long for him to see just who had come to get Patience, as a white van that looked rather dilapidated for lack of a better word, with the words ‘Süper driver’ scrawled over the side in...some foamy white substance, had pulled over nearby, too. Shou was about to make his way to the poor driver who had to come out so late in the night to apologise, but his eyebrows shot up at Patience handing the couple a giant wad of cash. If she kept spending like this, she would go broke! “Patience!” he scolded, reaching for his back-pocket and his wallet and pulling out a $50 note instead and handing it to the gentleman and his presumably-girlfriend, and Shou’s old student. “Kyle, I realise this is no indication for how grateful I am to you and your girlfriend, but please, accept it as a token of my thanks. I’ll even pay the Süper driver if you two are headed somewhere? Just...Patience needs that money back, and I’m not sure where she’ll spend it, but by the gods, it better not be on any more drink.” he shot an expectant glance at the young redhead before letting out a heavy sigh. Making the exchange swift between the $200 notes, which he nonchalantly stuffed into Patience’s trouser pocket, and the $50 in his own hand, he nodded his head in a curt farewell to the couple. “I apologise I cannot stay longer and ask how you have been, Kyle, Miss Tsukino, but...tomorrow is orientation day. I won’t be so busy at the academy, and you’ll have the chance to meet many new students and teachers. Drop by to say hello, the two of you?”
Being distracted from the blue-eyed brunet and his (admittedly beautiful) blue-eyed blonde, athletic companion, by a certain ginger tugging at his elbow, Shou sighed and gave the couple a warm smile in farewell, before half-walking half-dragging the drunk-out-of-her-mind-Patience to the Süper van. He knocked on the window nonchalantly and hoped for a response.
“Excuse me-” he began, only to be met by the brilliant green eyes of the woman in the van. He caught himself staring at the tanned beauty for just a handful of seconds longer before continuing, “-miss, I believe there’s been a bit of a mix-up. This lady here is the client that had requested a Süper, but I would appreciate if you could do something for the couple over there.”
Here, he gestured with his free arm to where Kyle and Amaya stood, before giving the lady a warm smile. His tired eyes shone through, showing just how exhausted this little adventure had made him, too. “I don’t know how much it will be to cover their expenses, but I’m really sorry for the trouble. I hope this...suffices.”
He produced an amount of $35, if a bit reluctantly (Shou never had to take the Süper, after all, he either commuted by driving himself or a metro that linked major destinations within the city), before doing away with it into the beautiful driver’s hands, bowing his head to her in adieu and turning away.

Patience was confused at Shou’s doings, but she didn’t protest against anything he did. He was the sober one after all. All she could do was let him take charge and talk to the white haired vixen inside the van. There was certainly doubt that questioned her judgment, but she felt like she knew that woman from somewhere! But where…? ”Shine Aca-acamy…?” she mused to herself, putting on what she felt like was thoughtful expression. Producing another business card, the redhead tossed her information towards the driver before Shou could pull her away. ”You bootiful! Call me and maybe I can halp wid a new car for youuu!” The likelihood of someone trusting a drunk woman’s word was understandably low, yet Patience wanted to help everyone, even when she was to the point where she could hardly be understood. Unfortunately for the Professor, halfway back to his vehicle, the redhead simply stopped walking, as if her knees were locked into place. Any attempts to force the girl onward would just have her whole lower half collapse on the ground. ”I can go no mooore. I doo dired, Shosho.” Her head fell against his shoulder and her hand moved down to grab his, a gesture that could be seen as romantic. ”Alsho I real hungry. I no eat today. I ‘unno why.”

“Come on, Patience…” Shou mused as he continued to drag the chatty redhead away. Things seemed to be going well, she was coherent and was able to walk, at least without tripping all over, on her feet, and things were looking good a-
She stopped. Shou abruptly stopped himself, turning to his student in surprise. He was about to ask, but what she said next was an instant answer to his question. He tried to tug at her gently, noting just how firmly her little figure was stuck in place. Regaining his place by her side, he couldn’t help but let out another sigh as she leaned her head against his shoulder, and blinked down at her with half-lidded eyes, though his sigh was in relief and his eyes compassionate, as compared to the exasperated one from before. “...tired, huh? Come on then, up you go.”
He gave her hand holding his a little reassuring squeeze before angling his body carefully up against her shaky one, gently scooping up the redhead into his arms and holding her close, in an affectionate manner but also protectively, as if keeping her from any harm. “...is that alright, Patience? Are you comfortable like that?”

The woman was swept off her feet by her handsome Professor, and a cheesy yet sleepy grin spread upon her face. He was the prince, and she was the princess, being carried away to lands unknown! Normally, she wouldn’t have any interest in Shou, on account of the loss he had experienced in the past, but the liquor was warping her mind quite considerably. She held onto his neck and nuzzled herself closer with a audible coo, physically enjoying the closeness of him and her. ”I luh you, Shou…” she whispered, totally neglecting to answer his question. However, he didn’t need an answer, for it was quite apparent how she felt.

“...I know, little lady.”
Shou couldn’t help but let his lips form a tiny smile, cuddling the tired figure in his arms closer for just a split-second. It didn’t take a rocket-scientist to realise she was exhausted, but somehow, Shou felt responsible for her. It wasn’t particularly a romantic love, but after all the girl herself had only just recently faced, it was definitely some kind of love. “I love you too, Patience, you crazy little thing.”
He hoped the last part was only half-audible to the girl as he walked, one step in front of the other, back to his car. He carefully made sure to set her sleeping form in the passenger’s seat (and also to drape the jacket he had brought over her so she wouldn’t catch a cold, before going over to the driver’s side and starting up the car. He gave the couple, Kyle and Amaya, one last look, along with the parked van, before revving up the engine and letting his car purr into the night. It must have been close to 1 AM by now, for sure. Maybe he could fix something up for Patience at his house, because he had a good feeling she’d have no idea how to handle herself at her own place.

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Kyle and Amaya, were now left to their own devices as Shou drove off with Patience. He turned to face the blonde, a bit at a loss for words, ”Well...this night has been...fun?” he shrugged before his eyes turned to the white van off in the distance. ”I think that was my bit of exhaustion I needed...do you want to take the van? I can’t exactly pass up a free ride.” especially after a ride that their new friend pointed out that probably needed the money. ”We can probably take you back to your place, and go our separate ways, but it's up to you….unless that marriage proposal was tantalizing?” He joked, laughing it off as he made his way towards the vehicle, opening the back door and allowing the young blonde to enter first with a gesture of his arm.

Amaya slowly nodded, her mind thinking of the couple that just left. However, after a moment of lingering she pulled herself together and turned to Kyle. “Haha, well you know, married couples do get benefits, and college is pretty expensive. So I thought about it.” Amaya teased. She would never actually do it, but there were many times she had thought about getting married for money. The blonde decided to accept the ride. After all, her legs were still exhausted from her run. She knew that she'd be sore in the morning. So, she slipped into the car. “Thanks,” she smiled, it felt a bit odd. She hadn't had this kind of treatment for awhile. Mainly because she hasn't dated anyone for almost a year now. After getting in the car, Amaya turned to address the driver. “Sorry for the inconvenience. It's been quite a night,” She apologized because it must be quite a hassle to deal with all these odd happenings.

”Geez Amaya, don’t jump the gun just yet,” he chuckled, clambering in after her. After giving directions to the rather pretty driver, the van started moving towards their destination. ”At least let me take you out on a date first,” smiling he began to find himself more comfortable around the young blonde, she really did look quite beautiful and maybe, just maybe… Turning his head to stare out the window, watching the street lights pass them by he added, ”You know, if you’re free tomorrow night, maybe you can take me up on that offer?” He smiled silently as the park faded behind them.

If Amaya had been drinking something, she would have spat it out if surprise. Luckily, she wasn't given the opportunity to embarrass herself. So instead, she stared at the dark haired male sitting next to her. Her jaw hung a bit loose and her eyes blinked a couple times. Had she heard him right? Did he want to go on a date? Trying to think through her scrambled mind, the flabbergasted girl looked down at her lap and began to fidget with her hands. “U-Uh, sure!” Came her completely well thought out response. Kyle wasn't really looking at her, which kinda made her question the situation. She turned her red hot face away from him to gaze out the window. Maybe some good had came out of this hectic night.

Despite all the craziness, last night had been a really good night, and maybe it was a bit impulsive, but he was determined to make something work out of it.

As much as he was tempted to text the young woman after receiving her number last night he'd held himself at bay for not (not without texting his number in return first). Kyle did however want to text that Patience girl though, make sure she was alright, reaching for the business card and typing in the number he could only hope that the message would reach her (most people didn't have landlines nowadays anyway).

To: Lil Ms. Patience _{@Viciousmarrow}

"Hey, it's Kyle you and I met last night along with Amaya. You may not remember us (you were really drunk), but I just wanted to check to make sure you were alright. Call or text me if you need anything.

He wasn't sure if the young woman would respond, but his morals wouldn't allow him to simply just not check in. Worst case scenario was that he'd get a 'wtf', but that was yet to be determined. Fortunately he had the day to himself and took up Shou's offer to meet him at the campus. As Kyle approached the academy he found a rather unusual sight in the throng of new students filing in for their orientation. A person, laying on a bench, in dirty, soot covered clothes, sleeping on a bench. Did Shine City have hobos running around? He supposed it was a good thing he and Amaya came along when they did, but Kyle felt somewhat out of sorts knowing someone homeless was sleeping in the park, and worst case scenario was either they were dead or starving.

Approaching the dirty hobo, Kyle gave them a light nudge, "Hey, mister, are you alright? Do you need some help? It wasn't exactly easy to tell what gender they were, they were after all, facedown and practically the size of a giant. Regardless, Kyle felt sympathy for the person.

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Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

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Even though the young woman said she was fine, and looked like everything was normal, Kyle couldn't help but worry. As she began to rise he offered his hand to help her, but she powered through without it. Twice he made moves to catch her when she stumbled, but again she righted herself. Perhaps giving up on continuing her late night run or just needing a break she sat down on a bench and spoke with him.

"To club LUSH, I was planning on getting a drink there and maybe tire myself out, that is until I quite literally ran into you." That much was certainly true, he did want to be at LUSH, but he didn't want to leave without making sure the young woman was alright. Considering she was conversing with him he decided to take a seat next to and reciprocate it, "I can't seem to sleep tonight, haven't been able to for," (months) "A while. What about you though? Seems late for a midnight jog." It wasn't strange for someone to run at this hour, he'd certainly seen people exercise at all times of the day, but it was a conversation starter.

“Oh, I had a late night shift at work.” She started off as if it actually contributed to her explanation. It took a moment for her to realize that she didn’t really have an explanation other than her annoying phobia, which was information she didn’t really care to share. “Um, I suppose I simply felt like it.” She shrugged. “Though if you’re going to Club LUSH, you’d better go. I don’t want to keep you from having your fun. Plus the line is really long, so it might take awhile to get in.”

She actually had a really good point, the club's line was super long and unless he had someone on his arm, there was no way he was getting in tonight. ”You're probably right, I wasn't really thinking of that. I think I could let it go for tonight though, the club isn't that much fun without a friend to go with anyway and I'd feel bad just leaving you after smashing into you.” It wasn't like he was expecting her to just keel over at any given second, but considering the way she held herself, Kyle couldn't help but worry.

”If you don't mind the company, perhaps I could join you um…” He paused briefly, ”I just realized, I don't even know your name, I'm Kyle, Kyle Parker, it's nice to meet you Ms.?”

“Amaya Tsukino,” She didn't realize that she forgot to introduce herself. “It's nice to meet you too.” The blonde wasn't sure if she should shake his hand because some people do and others don't. Deciding to do what she thought polite, she held out her slightly calloused hand.

He returned the offer, extending his own hand to give a firm, yet gentle shake; respectable, without treating her like a delicate flower. Kyle took the moment to really observe his companion, pale skin, dainty features, gorgeous blonde locks and stunning blue eyes; she was the epitome of beauty, almost like a Japanese Snow White. He retracted his hand, hoping that his observations didn't cause him to linger too long, though he was curious, Kyle felt like he'd seen her once before.

”I don't know if you needed another moment, but would you like to take a walk? I've been told people need a resting lap after a hard jog.” After actually saying it, he felt like that might've come off a bit stupid. That being said he did want to converse and he didn't want to completely interrupt her run.

“I should probably do that,” Amaya laughed a bit dryly. She usually did her best to do warm ups and cool down when exercising, but tonight she had been in a rush. Her anxiety had taken over her rational thought. Now that someone was next to her bringing her back to reality, the blonde realized she was lucky she didn't do any serious damage to her body. She leaned back to stretch before standing up. Her legs still weren't fully recovered, but it was probably best to walk around a bit.

“I usually do a cool down, but I kinda ran into you, so I didn't get the chance.” Amaya smiled and actually looked carefully at the bespectacled male. He had a practical look to him. Intelligent blue eyes and dark hair. He seemed reliable. However, Amaya made sure not to get too carried away in analyzing him. He was a person, not a puzzle.

”Haha sorry about that,” he scratched his head nervously, ”I hate to admit it but that happens way more often than it should, not that i meant to interrupt you.” His eyes lingered a moment on her stretching form before he stood up with her. Aside from how lithe she looked, the girl did have a pretty smile, a bit atypical from how she originally presented herself, though he’d only known her for a few moments.

”Well after you,” he extended his arm ahead, following along beside her when she moved. As they walked, his eyes continued to wander towards her face, she really did remind him of someone he’d seen before, but he just couldn’t place her. He wasn’t sure if it was showing or not, but the gears were certainly grinding hard as he tried to pinpoint who she was in his mind.

Amaya lead the way, not really thinking about where she was going. Her legs simply followed a path. There was an awkward silence between the two. She wasn’t really sure what to say to a complete stranger. There was quite a bit they could talk about if they chose to do so, but nothing really came to mind. Kyle seemed to be in thought, so she let him be for the moment.

After awhile of walking, Amaya noticed a seemingly drunken girl. She had passed by them before, but this time she was wailing to herself about who knows what. Deciding to help the poor girl, the blonde got Kyle's attention by tapping his arm. “We should probably help her. Shine City's normally a pretty safe place, but you can never be too careful.”

It was taking a while, but Kyle was almost sure at this point. Is she the girl who works at- hmm?” He noticed her tapping him, flushing he was wondering if she noticed his staring. He was relieved to find she was only referencing a young woman nearby who needed assistance, huh he hadn't noticed her before now…

”You're right, we can't be too careful…” images of Nori’s old apartment flashed in his mind, shaking them away he approached the wailing woman and crouched down to her level. ”Miss? Are you alright” once again concern flashed in his features as he tried to help calm the stranger down.

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