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

[indent][indent]He had decided after hearing her tease Mr. Hanson and somewhat inspect his presence, that she was insanely beautiful. There was a different kind of pressure gnawing at the back of his head now. He figured that Tessa was beautiful but he never felt such an awkwardness or tension prod on him around her. He blushed profusely... then tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and exhaled gently.

Weirdness wrangled in, Sirius twisted in the chair to face, Ayame, not quite invasive but obviously piqued by her assertion. [color=#33ccff][b]"You don't think I look like a solider? I actually get the feeling I'm a great pilot and I haven't even had my first sortie yet. I was recruited due to being a Innovator."[/b][/color] Agitation flashed across his face after realizing the assumption he put forth. [color=#33ccff][b]"Though don't let that fool you, I'm more than just my fancy genetics. I'm actually pretty good, phenomenal even. I've broken records over at Side 3, using my precious Neodu of course."[/b][/color] 

He chortled remembering the glee of piloting his suit. He looked at his food and his laughter faded; two or three mouthfuls were missing from the platter. That, oddly enough made him think of Tessa. So he looked back to where she had been and seen her gone. That wasn't unusual, she tended to disappear after a time of being with him. He chewed his lower lip, worry touching his eyes. [color=#33ccff][b]"I guess to answer your question... I'm here to protect what I can. To fight this...this war."[/b][/color][/indent][/indent]