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[indent][indent][indent][color=crimson][b]"Thanks, Mom. Give me three or four hours. I'm hoping to hang with some friends."[/b][/color] Isamu closed the door to his mom's four door. 

As he stepped onto the curb, his mother rolled the passenger window down. [b]"Remember to be safe on the net, kay?"[/b]

[color=crimson][b]"No issues, Mom. I'm the caution king on there. See ya later,"[/b][/color] he said, backpedaling into the shop. 

As he opened the door, a small bell announced him. He was hype to do some training with Miyuki, cause he felt actual improvement was occurring. His mind was creating counter strategies now and it had only been a single session with her. Normally he just dove into the match and let his instincts guide him, it was different now, she had drilled into him the importance of not only seeing his opponent but visualizing their next move too. 

He smiled to himself, giddy at his own evolution. 

As he passed the front desk, he heard a name and a voice that sounded all too familiar. He slowed, time slowed, and looked over at a girl checking on custom parts. Isamu paused, [color=crimson][i]Impossible,[/i][/color] he thought. [color=crimson][i]What are the odds, what's his luck![/i][/color] 

He adjusted his bookbag on his shoulders, gathered some courage,  and turned towards the girl at the desk. [color=crimson][b]"You wouldn't happen to pilot a gunpla named Gemini would you?[/b][/color]
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