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Two Years Later ...

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Starters, anyone?

Would anyone like a starter? Paragraph, to be specific.

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    {♞} — The subtle ascension of her brow is all that conveys even vague intrigue in the woman whom stands before her. It isn't spite nor genuine disinterest which brings this expression to remain so steadily present. Seldom is she ever expressive of emotion, finding it difficult to exhibit such an honest and upfront nature. There's no particular reason to expend the effort, either, given the fact that this may very well be their only encounter. The other girl's name, however, does strike her with  profound curiosity. 

    "That's quite a beautiful name." She answers absently. "It's of Japanese descent, is it not?"

        [ ❊ ] —- There was a small second where she honestly wished that she had that name. It suited the other female, and she was jealous. Like she always was. But that was how things worked, right? Ayano had learned to accept it — she had learned to just go along with it. ❝—- That’s a lovely name! I’m Ayano Tatayema.❞ A smile graced her lips, she was being genuine, but there was a small ounce of jealousy in her. She could never match up to someone like her. And they just met.

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    {♞} — A simple request which can be executed with the utmost certainty. At least the stranger isn't attempting to rally the quiet warrior into random, hazardous antics like some may. It's reassuring to know that others can be aware of her personality and somewhat mold the conversation to allow for ease. "My name is Mikasa Ackerman." She introduces with a somewhat absent expression.

     [ ❊ ] —- Her reclusive personality made her smile, she made her remind her of herself. It was nice — seeing someone with a red scarf just like her. Ah — but it would seem weird if she was looking at her for too long. She buried her face in her muffler, as she thought about it. She pulled the muffler down when she finally had an idea of where the other should start. ❝Why don’t you start by telling me your name?❞

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If you would like a start, please like this post!

Particularly for those in this group, but even if you aren't, then feel free. 

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    {♞} — An unorthodox conversation, of course, yet it has it's place in her heart, evidently. If what this man suggests has any chance of being true, then perhaps she should leap at the opportunity to rekindle a buried memory. It's a bit of a long shot, she wagers, though it's worth the effort. "Blue." Mikasa answers, eyes easing shut to envision the hue. "It's how I would imagine the ocean looking, I suppose. If such a thing really does exists."

          "The possibilities are endless, but when it comes to color and smell association, it is more than possible that your déjà vu comes from early childhood memories. What color is it, anyways? That might narrow the possibilities about its origin to a few." He doesn’t mind rambling about things like these. He himself spends hours trying to decipher human emotions, anyways.

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    {♞} — Perhaps her phrasing could of been a bit more concise, evidently. "I meant the act of singing. Not listening to someone else..."

   "The question is, who isn’t?"

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    {♞} — "Hm...would anyone happen to be familiar with singing?"

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    {♞} — A clandestine moment in the eyes of the warrior, it seems, as eyes dart about conspicuously. Leaning in and speaking just beneath her voice, a self-conscious tug of her scarf precedes nervously muttered words. "Really? I'm not sure where to begin, though."

          [ ❊ ] —- ❝Ah—❞ A red scarf, kind of like hers. She could see that they might have similarities, but she wouldn’t dwell on it. Her gaze fell to her hands, her fingers twiddling. ❝— Of course you can! Everyone should have fun!❞ A smile graced her lips as her gaze fell on the other.

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    {♞} — Although she'd not considered that solution, Mikasa isn't quick to discredit it. On the contrary, in fact, she seems inclined to agree. "I've not considered that possibility, I guess." She admits. "I can't imagine what of, though."

          He finds himself attracted to any attempt to find out more information about his humans’ psyche. “Could it be a feeling of déjà vu, perhaps?”

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    {♞} — "C-could I..." Abashment spells itself so clearly upon her mien, though she's unwilling to relent -- Mikasa cannot remain the way she is forever, after all. "Have fun, too? I'm not sure what you're doing, but..."

           [ ❊ ] —- ❝Ah— I’m having fun!❞

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    {♞} — Contemplatively lowering her gaze, Mikasa idly draws a hand up to ease her fingers along her scarf. "--Has anyone ever...only been able to describe a smell with a color?"

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    {♞} — "Funnily enough, that doesn't seem like a compliment."

          "You all look shady enough to be members of the yakuza. Impressive."

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    {♞} — "Someone I care about..." A quiet and considerate musing, thoughts so obviously drifting to one boy in particular. Though he never did seem like the type to huddle close and enjoy the company of another in quiescence. Cheeks grow balmy beneath the potential embarrassment of asking him to do such a thing. "I...suppose." She reluctantly agrees, treating the topic as a foreign subject.

   The expression of bewilderment took over the brunettes facial features, an eyebrow cocked at the Asian who stood before her.

   "Eh!? Really?! Doesn’t it make you wanna stay at home and hang out with someone you care about!?"