[ The proverbial ink is still wet on those words when Momo gets up and pulls on his jacket to leave his housing complex. He hops, skips, jumps over the stairs and takes off running; Ruga makes way to Bluo, brick and mortar to plaster and water.
When he finally sees Sinistra in the distance, it's through a haze of his fogged exhales and his too-long bangs. Momo doesn't waste time: his arms held out, he breaches their distance. ]
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be there soon
[ The proverbial ink is still wet on those words when Momo gets up and pulls on his jacket to leave his housing complex. He hops, skips, jumps over the stairs and takes off running; Ruga makes way to Bluo, brick and mortar to plaster and water.
When he finally sees Sinistra in the distance, it's through a haze of his fogged exhales and his too-long bangs. Momo doesn't waste time: his arms held out, he breaches their distance. ]
—Sinistra! Hey.