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[sub]Sirius Free & Hanson Seuclid & Ayame Izumi | [@veenknight343] [@Phoenix347][/sub][hr][/center]

[indent][indent]Sirius barely noticed the newcomer, her voice registered and even her presence next to him but as a whole; he was engrossed in Hanson's reply. A part of him was comfortable with admitting his hunger for 'it'; while not entirely sure what it was, he sensed it came in the form of personal expression. He felt an understanding gaining shape and that had lightened his mood. He smirked, veiling the fist he held on the table with a laxed hand.

[color=#33ccff][b]"Ah shucks, you're no barbarian Mr. Hanson. You seem to be really smart to me. Your life as a soldier, your insight... its a guide. A tome of unique experiences. I'm impressed and excited to see where my own path takes me."[/b][/color] His gaze fell onto his hands; knowing that beneath one, the other was trembling with excitement. It felt good to know someone echoed his sentiment about Tessa, the things she told him wasn't right. [color=#33ccff][b]"Someday we should get in the simulators together."[/b][/color]

Then after a pause, he remembered someone had sat next to him. He looked at her for a long moment more. Searching her eyes like he had hundreds others for that special 'jolt' he got from, Tessa. As usual, there was nothing. [color=#33ccff][b]"Hey, I'm Sirius Free, nice to meet'cha,"[/b][/color] he said with a smile.[/indent][/indent]