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 Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2022 8:41 pm
Backdated to October 2ndTruthfully, Sava was rather out of sorts for when the fall term would start up, but she figured that September was about as close to fall as you could really get. She began looking for Mourite when September began, going out to where she found him during the meteor shower once or twice a week. As the days and weeks wore on though, she began going out more and more often, worried and a little sad that he hadn’t really meant it.
He had lied when he said that he wanted to go to space…and here she thought…
…Well she thought she would have the chance to have one of her kids back again. It…
It was such a nice feeling.
It was October second now, and Sava made her way to where she had met with Mourite, though she had no real hope whatsoever…though.
The aura of a Captain made her heart race just a little. If he was here…if…
She made her way towards the aura and broke into an excited smile. “There you are. I’ve been coming pretty often, I was starting to give up hope.”
…Which, honestly? Wasn’t the best thing for a Knight to do, she supposed.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2022 7:53 pm
He smiled at her and scratched at a scab on his cheek. "Sorry, Sava. I had... things come up," he said, wincing as he tore the scab open. September had not been kind to Mourite. There had been some mix-up at the admissions office about tuition or board not being paid, even though he was sure it had been. He'd done the payments himself, albeit on his father's card, but the card specifically for that purpose.
After some digging, he found out his father had called the fraud department and gotten the payments refunded.
Which lead him to having to return to his father's house and figure it out.
Mourite had needed seven stitches to close the puncture wound in his shoulder from the glass bottle his father had beat him with. Most of the bruises were healing, but the cuts and scraps from the bottle were still either raw or scabbed over. And itched like hell. Some of the blows were for abandoning his duties as an agent, and Sloan had even powered up to do them. At least Mourite wasn't dead or hospitalized, that's all he was thankful for.
"Anyway, I'm here now. Sorry to make you worry," he replied after a moment. "September absolutely sucked."
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