[ The shopping district, you say? That's where a certain angel works--a certain tired angel who's just finished a trying shift. Children, sugar, that kind of deal. He's too tired to partake in his bad habit of walking to the tram while playing a game. He's not even sure if he'll play his game once he's home. He thinks he'll just go...go to... ]
...?
[ He stops in his tracks, sensing a presence. A very familiar presence. Is his mind playing tricks on him, or is that... ]
Lady...Palutena?
[ No, that's. Well. It's not impossible, it's just...
Maybe he should look.
He begins scanning the crowd, feet leading him in the direction of the presence he feels. The further he walks, the stronger the presence. The less he can deny it's a trick of the mind. Wishful thinking. No, this is real, and his heart his beating faster at the thought of it. Could she really...?
Then he stops again. Because just outside that clothing store, that's...that's... ]
Lady Palutena?
[ And then he's breaking out into a run straight towards her. ]
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...?
[ He stops in his tracks, sensing a presence. A very familiar presence. Is his mind playing tricks on him, or is that... ]
Lady...Palutena?
[ No, that's. Well. It's not impossible, it's just...
Maybe he should look.
He begins scanning the crowd, feet leading him in the direction of the presence he feels. The further he walks, the stronger the presence. The less he can deny it's a trick of the mind. Wishful thinking. No, this is real, and his heart his beating faster at the thought of it. Could she really...?
Then he stops again. Because just outside that clothing store, that's...that's... ]
Lady Palutena?
[ And then he's breaking out into a run straight towards her. ]
Lady Palutena!