[b]"Yeah I know,"[/b] she replied in response to him introducing himself.
[i]"So, she really does know me,"[/i] he maintained eye contact, though he was slightly confused as to how she knew him.
[b]"You already introduced yourself. What happened, too much catnip?"[/b]
Slowly, his expression deteriorated to one that resembled heartbreak. He didn't quite understand the 'catnip' remark, but his worst fears were confirmed. 
[b]"Sapphire Rode."[/b] she said her name was.
[i]"I don't remember her."[/i]

She rejected his handshake. Slowly, his ears flattened on top of his head. His tail lazily swept the ground at his feet. Of course she would reject his odd handshake. He had already offered it before, apparently. Awkwardly, he lowered his bandaged arm and gave a half-hearted chuckle. His cheeks slightly reddened at the rather embarrassing situation he somehow put himself into. Mimicking her, he half-hid his arms at his side. Though, it was rather pointless since his arms from the elbow down were swathed in white cloth bandages and anyone could clearly see them. Thinking about it, he did rather stumble over his words and fumble around. He probably caused her to feel uncomfortable and just as awkward as he was feeling right now. Whatever happened to her, it was obviously a sensitive matter that he had no business nosing into. He felt rather stupid, to be honest. He at least took comfort in the fact that she was alright. At least, outwardly.

Maybe that was what he was committed to the infirmary for, scrambled brains. A high-pitched buzzing sound whined in his ears, a sound that only he could hear. Shaking his head, his ears twitched as if trying to throw the sound out of his eardrums. His head started to hurt. His heart ached. Familiar hairline cracks and fractures in the foundation of his very soul began to reopen. He knew what this all meant. She had known him prior. Whatever happened between them, he pushed it too far with his Semblance. Paying the price of his strength, his Semblance took his memory as compensation. Another precious memory of his lost and erased. How many memories had his Semblance stolen from him at this point in his life?

Not one to mope around for long, he smacked himself around in his mind. Patching up the cracks, he rebounded.
[i]"Recover!"[/i] he willed himself.
[b]"Right, it's a pleasure to meet you!"[/b] he gave her a bright, toothy smile.
[b]"A-again, that is. Heh.."[/b] he corrected himself, scratching the back of his head.
[b]"Uh...Well, anyways. Glad to see that you're..okay. Might I ask how you came to know me? And what exactly did you mean by us having missed 'the ceremony'? What ceremony?"[/b]
Thinking some more about it, this girl seemed to not have a favorable impression of him. Maybe he wronged her in his most recent 'lost memory'. Not one to leave bad blood and bad atmosphere, he quickly added.
[b]"Oh, and if I happened to have wronged you before, I apologize. For whatever it was that I did or didn't do to you. You seem to be rather grumpy at me,"[/b] he laughed and scratched the top of his head. He playfully stuck his tongue out a bit, smiling. He figured he was also being a bit annoying, so he decided to apologize for that too. [b]"I'm sorry."[/b]