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Heels clacking against wooden planks suspended above cerulean sea, an infamous individual ( with an undeniable eye for fashion ) takes their place upon a bench at the piers end ; overlooking Galdin Quay.
Dino Ghiranze is officially back in business.
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〝The sentiment is arguable.〞
A delight, as always.
The Commander takes the stab to his chest with steeled expression, now deepened with a furrowing of brows.
〝What are you doing here, Lunafreya?〞
consider his transgressions forgiven ⸺ for now. . .
" a fine evening, is it not, commander? "
his coldness is returned in kind, yet a smile softens the blow of her words.
Pray forgive the looming shadow she would call brother stood at small distance behind like a dog at her heel, and the silence he speaks. He is simply standing guard.