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[u][color=A52A2A]Date/Time:[/color] November 11th, 2022. 6-ishPM[/u]
[u][color=A52A2A]Location:[/color] Somewhere on the streets of Redline -> Redline PRT HQ[/u]
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Lito hadn’t realized how late he was until he had caught a glimpse of the time from a clock inside a shop. The redhead did a double take before running off muttering to himself. Luckily he wasn’t too far from the PRT headquarters so he didn’t have to run long. He had managed to get a shower earlier in the day and had put on his cleanest clothes in preparation to being around other people. Though he was still all around disheveled, his hair a mess and his clothes wrinkled to high hell, not that he cared too much about his appearance. His backpack with all his belongings bounced along on his back as he ran.   

He reached the PRT building in no time, and spent a minute admiring it before he adjusted his backpack and finally entered. He seemed to be just behind another individual who was already at the receptionist deck. They looked to be about his age, if he took a guess he would say this was likely another ward. At least he wouldn’t be the only one who was late. It would take some heat off of him for sure, that was if he was correct. Lito hadn’t paid too much attention to the other person and rather admired that interior of the building with a blank look. 

Lost in thought it took a moment for the receptionist to get the young male’s attention. [color=A52A2A]“Oh sorry um, I'm a victim of crime. I'm here to complain that my overpriced blender has been chipped by a mysterious unnaturally competent woman in a suit.”[/color] The words felt odd leaving his mouth. It was a sentence he for sure had never formed before. But the receptionist got the message. “Another late one, go on in.” She motioned for him to continue on his path, presumably in the direction the male before him had gone. So he was right, he wasn’t the only one who was late. For some reason this calmed him down a bit. 

He quickly walked down the hallway until he was almost on the other boy’s heels, though he realized how close he was and backed off a bit. A voice floated down the hallway to the two and they headed toward it. Though Lito wasn’t sure the person in front of him even knew Lito was behind him. He watched as the brown haired boy almost stumbled through the door and calmly followed behind him. [color=A52A2A]“Sorry, no watch on the streets.”[/color] He finally spoke up after the other asked if he was too late. Though he was apologizing there was no sign of remorse in his voice, it was monotone at best and no emotion touched his face. The only signs of nervousness was Lito rubbing his wrists above where the shirt sleeves ended. A nervous tick he had developed only after his trigger event. 

He carefully scanned the room somehow avoiding eye contact with each and every cape clad person in the room. It was almost a skill at this point, avoiding eye contact, he even avoided direct eye contact with The Director. He did shrink back a bit at the number of people in this room. He was a loner, this many people made him more than uncomfy, which of course made his wrist rubbing even more vigorous.