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"Hello!" She greeted with a grin, phalanges in the air.

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Cheeks lit at the gesture, however a hand accepted the suggestion. "I'm not entirely sure how I could prove it," she confessed with a placid smile, "considering how happy I am, I couldn't possibly prove it by words."

          What does his hand lack? Hers. A pause in his step is for the demand an upward-facing palm suggests, and the gleam in his eyes is only of fond warmth. 

          He slightly teases,                     ”Prove it.” 

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 The bold fact that he was dangerous constantly looms with the repetition of negative musing, but for once— just once —does he dare to be himself with bumping into an individual so close, but yet so far. 

                    ”Is there something wrong?” he breathes.

"N- No!" It came out automatically, however nothing could be done as it had already been said. Taking a gulp, she mustered all of her strength, "I meant...  In fact, I'm very happy! To see you, that is." 

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"W-What— I— Um—" Seeing him as he was, he seemed to have a different air around him, daring, which made her at a complete loss for words. "I—"

          ”Why are you all the way over there, Lenalee? 

                    Come here.”

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Unable to find words, she only managed to sputter out "Um..... H-Hi!"

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Her breath became shaky and fear ran through her eyes. There was always a possibility that he may disappear once again. Knowing that he also blamed himself created a deep guilt that resonated within her.

Hands stayed by her side to keep her comforted, however... She fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around the male, lids enclosing her violet hues. "Please don't say such things." Her voice felt as smooth as silk and a smile graced her lips. "I hope you've been eating alright. You look tired, Allen," she gave a light nod and rested her head against his neck.

Lenalee smiled, quick to let out a sigh and slightest of winces. The weight of her body seemed to multiply and she leaned against him for support, phalanges wrapped around her mid - arm in order to hide the bloodied wound. Lucky for her the rain soothed the ache ever so slightly nevertheless it did not keep her from coming in and out of consciousness . ".. I'm quite tired, as well..."

          Nerves constrain execution and brows knit almost immediately in empathy, there is no movement until deep inhalations grant meager aid. Curtaining over optics, lids clamp for an internal compromise that is curt to the world and yet always so prodigious to himself. Something aches, a familiar twinge. An escape may not be an option this time, ponder believes. 

          He kneels, a gloved limb extending to the female who surges an increasing  development in heart rate. "I hope I haven’t troubled you even more…—" Attentive searches for her own, to obtain just one glance at the entirety of her visage could devour all limitative attempts, but he desires amethyst, a gaze upon her securing as if they begged to be recognized.  ”I apologize.” 

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Words failed to pull through, arms shaking and legs hesitant. Her mind was wiped out blank except for him— Her wound still bleeding but not minding. "A- Allen, I—" Fumbling over her own feet, she fell and felt a hot flush across cheeks. "O- Oh, I....." Words continued to falter, eyes lowered to the ground. What could she say to him? The last she had seen him had been... Almost, forever, she felt. Barely managing to speak, her throat felt as if it were knotted up and barely managed to mumble;

"I missed you.."

Brims bitten by subtle anxiety part for a visible exhalation, the heat from breath contrasting the chill that welcomed facial surface. It was in his desire the downpour would cease, its continuation prolonging a temperature that brought dismay to his situation. Yet with cover overhead, fabric was weighed down by previous times the weather caught surprise, and a shiver to his entirety directs decision making. 

His gaze ascends as muse rules a temporary stay—

And then ponder immediately muddles; thoughts are wiped. Widened observers inspect, but do not flee from the appearance that roots movement still. He stares as vocalization croaks, “Lena…lee—”

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Everything was black and white. Nothing seemed to bring back any color or life into her world. Her uniform had became tattered and much too worn out (due to the surplus of missions pushed onto the very few exorcists and large masses of enemies). The gash hadn't been much to bear with, until the fever came along with it. At last she found her destination without view-- However something amongst the rain brought her full attention to where she was headed to.

'It couldn't be..'

It pours. Many seek refuge, even despite umbrellas in their possession. Too much comfort of the last town, too much familiarity, which deems a bold signal to proceed in travels in search of hiding. For now, efforts pause in desire of shelter; such a pain it is to have his only clothing soaked. He waits, ponder triggered by the tranquility of common rain, and wonder includes currency in his possession—I wonder if I afford to stay here for the night. 

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Lips curled inwards briefly, hands clenched.

"Ow--" Despite her high tolerance to pain she began to feel her exposed wound from the preceding clash with a level four. Her left hand stayed still and by her side while the other grabbed onto the renewed open wound in an attempt to release the discomfort. "... I need to hurry and head back to a hotel or something.." Lenalee swallowed nervously. It was, after all, a new area to her so who knew where she was exactly headed for. Even so, she continued on through the rubble, careful not to trip. As for now, she wanted to see if there were any possible survivors.

Even if that was impossible anymore.

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The warm contact brought a delighted smile and closed lids. "It's been far too long since I've seen you.." A sharp pang was felt once again, just the memories rushing in her mind making her throat seem to close up and force her to order herself to remember to breathe. Fingers curled into fists against the other's chest while her forehead lightly brushed against the shoulder of her beloved. "I missed you."

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It seemed like a shock of electricity passed through her body upon hearing his voice. Despite the lips brought into the formation of a smile, tears seemed to make their way down the female’s porcelain-like face.

Stature complied with maneuver into a settled appearance, a small exhalation deemed one of relief; it was not muse that displayed faux image, a fortunate occurrence. Though no words, meager stares and fondness augmented prehistoric affection with the simplicity of company. 

A digit ascended to graze salty precipitation, lucky for the moment that his phalanges bare of gloves to rejoice with soft flesh.

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Seeing his reaction she coudln't help but release a quiet giggle as she placed the tips of her fingers against her lips. "I have been doing well, thank you. I hope you've been faring just as well, yes?"

"M-Miss Lee." He said staring at her for a moment and soon looked away. "It— been a long time.. I h-hope you are well?"