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[nosigntospeakof]

[Action to 945 Beulah Street]

[Goodbye drone husband. Hello Signless who is getting the most restful sleep he's gotten in sweeps. It's almost a shame he's a terribly light sleeper. Even small noises or movements on the other side of the bed will wake him.

Care to test it?]

[Phone]

From what I've- oh, am I not holding it right? I apologize- thank you. From what I've been told I'm no longer on Alternia. I'm not sure how much of a blessing I can call this but I'm sure I'll get used to this town. Being a completely different species, however, will take some adjusting.

Lulu, Di, Psi- if any of you are here, please do not hesitate to let me know. That includes anyone else who may be from Alternia and those who are not. I'd like to meet the..."locals" for lack of a better term.

I'm afraid I must come off as very rude for not introducing myself before asking to meet people. If you wish to call me by a name, you may call me Signless.

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[discipleo.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't want to get up and lose the chance to hear his voice but he's out there and she just...she can't just sit here and know she could hold him like she never thought she would again]

It's not your fault. It was never your fault. Don't--just. Just wait for me? Don't go anywhere...please.

[She hangs up the phone and braves the cold, knocking on his door and wondering if he'll even recognize her in this pale skin and brown hair]

[nosigntospeakof.livejournal.com]

[It's not as if he's completely recognizable himself. Roughly the same height, which is pretty darn short, but quite pink and his mop of hair has taken on a dark-ish red hue.

But it's still him on the inside and the moment he opens the door and sees that thick mane of hair and those eyes he knows it's her.]

My Disciple. [His face breaks into a wide grin and he pulls her into a tight hug.]

[discipleo.livejournal.com]

[She choked back all the words she might have said, the words that had flooded her head on the run over. He didn't look exactly the same and neither did she. But it was fine, it was sort of fitting. It was like their second chance.

Her arms wraps around him, clinging to his shirt and clear tears spilling down her cheeks. At least she wouldn't stain his shirt green, she thought, and almost laughed. It only takes a quick shift of her head for her lips to meet his. It's a hesitant kiss, like she's afraid it's one of her dreams and that will make him melt into nothing]