" ... Aha. Lot happened, uh... doesn't matter. "
Anxiously, he tugs at a strand of his hair, other hand fidgeting within the pocket of his jacket.
" I'm, uh... fine anyway. Yeah. "
Scarred and disheveled appearance says otherwise, though.
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⠀⠀" I see .. "
⠀⠀Rubbing her chin .
⠀⠀" Well .. why'd ya even go poof in the first place, dearie ? Somethin' happen ? "
⠀⠀She asked out of curiosity , but also out of concern for her past friend , head tilted slightly to the side .
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// ugh astre going from the loud outgoing social butterfly to a man who's practically forgotten what being around people is like UGHHHHHHHHH KILL ME NOW
" ... Ahah. You, uh... recognize me. "
Entire body seems to tense up, expression almost nervous, perhaps even a little guilty.
" I, uh. Did. Been gettin'... out again though, aha... hah... "
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⠀⠀" Mhm .. Anyone like me , I presume . "
⠀⠀Her voice a little faint , hands in her pocket as she gazed at the man .
⠀⠀" Fancy seeing you here , Astre . Thought you'd disappeared onto somewhere more remote . . "
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A long moment of silence, staring at the woman with his brown eyes.
" ... Right. Yeah, just brought it up in case... anyone worried, hah. "
Recognition in his eyes, although he seems to purposely avoid mentioning it.
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⠀⠀A woman walked in from behind , gray tips and hella eye-bags . Oh hey , it's Tavie !
⠀⠀" Well , vices aren't really for killin' , they're for life to feel less fucky . Just that they tend to be reaaally good at the former . "
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i need some sort of vice to help me uhhhh not think about things as much. smoking? drinking? hah. wouldn't matter much. wouldn't hurt me or kill me either way.