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After rescuing a small girl that is far too curious for her own good, Brook is trying to make his way home from the tunnels as quickly as possible.
Trying would be the keyword here, however. That's easier said than done, especially the closer he gets to town. Seems that every five minutes there's a familiar face from his old crew excitedly trying
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He doesn't greet her right away, a bit distracted by the extra echoes of her waterbending, and his own Laboon echo who's finally leaving him be for now to splash in the river.]
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Hey Brook!
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Ah, Katara-san! Hello there! [Is it weird that he can hear his heart hammering when he doesn't have one? He almost laughs thinking of that, but he bites it back.] ...Ah. How are you?
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Yeah, there's a skeleton diving under that kitchen table you're working at. Sorry if he jolted it or anything.]
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B-Brook! What the hell do you think you're doing, you almost gave me a heart attack-!
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Ah, yes, much better weather! Vash-san. Hello! [He tilts his head a little - is that music?]
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And there's a familiar face. Too close not to lift a hand in greeting -- otherwise ignoring is always a go. So he does. Hi Brook.]
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Brook would have just walked on by, but he recognizes Hitsugaya as he passes him and notices the bruises.] ...Hitsugaya-san?
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And what? No hello? That doesn't seem very much like Brook. It's just a few bruises.]
Yeah?
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Were you in a fight- [Oh. He remembers now. He wasn't there himself, but Sanji fought Xion too, and he knows other people helped. Well. Hitsugaya looks fine by comparison.] Ah. Nevermind, I believe I just answered my own question.
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Her brown eyes are soft on Zoro's obliviously snoring face, and she doesn't look up when you enter.]
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Well... he can do this, he thinks. Maybe she's just staying for dinner. He keeps his voice low, so as not to wake up Zoro.]
Hello there, miss. I don't believe that we've met before, have we?
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But nope, no one else around, save for the boy under her feet...Hm. Her hands tighten on Wadou's sheath, but she smiles cautiously.]
[...You haven't met me, no.] [But I've met you.]
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