[ Fio isn't the only one whose time and place, original and otherwise, has never been quite so loud or colorful. Lars has the luxury of retreating into his provided housing, but that isn't any assurance that he's got any semblance of privacy. It's for that reason he's stalking through the backalleys, taking a breather from the unending eyes of some alien audience, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his jacket.
When something barrels right into him while he's off in his own little world, Lars hardly stumbles. One of his gloved hands snaps out to brace a slim arm before he can register anything save that the other person is small. ]
Watch where you're— [ The words jam in his throat then, as he recognizes her as familiar. After all they'd been through in a short period that felt so long, Lars wouldn't easily forget one of the others from the Cage. ] Fio?
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When something barrels right into him while he's off in his own little world, Lars hardly stumbles. One of his gloved hands snaps out to brace a slim arm before he can register anything save that the other person is small. ]
Watch where you're— [ The words jam in his throat then, as he recognizes her as familiar. After all they'd been through in a short period that felt so long, Lars wouldn't easily forget one of the others from the Cage. ] Fio?
[ When did she get here? ]