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[aimed_for_me]

[There's a new arrival in Keepsake Way. His long, pulled back hair is damp and a bit messy, and there's blood on his heavy almost-military looking jacket.

But he's not injured, and he's staring at his reflection in a window as if he can't seem to recognize his own face.]

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[under_lit_skies]

[she notes that look. she's new as well, and she had that very same expression on her face only moments prior.

she's a bit hesitant at first, almost shy; but she gathers what courage she has and moves to address the man.]

You're lost, too?

[lost ... meaning, you don't know who you are.

she doesn't know who she is. she found a little bit of identification on her, though. megumi. that was her name, it seemed. megumi. a note she had on her was addressed to 'gumi,' though; a nickname.

was that even her, though? were .. her and 'gumi' the same person, really?

she didn't know, but she was willing to take the name, for the sake of having one in the first place.]

[aimed_for_me]

[The man blinks a bit, turning and offering a bit of an awkward smile.]

I suppose I am.

[under_lit_skies]

[she can't resist an awkward smile of her own. she looked him over; there was blood on his jacket ... ah, but he seemed fine otherwise. she had blood on her, too; on both sides of her head. she had yet to notice, however.]

I noticed ... f-from the expression you wore. I wore the same one not too long ago, myself.

[aimed_for_me]

... then... this is normal?