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Kiran watched as the pink haired girl sped outside... seemed she had a routine. Something beyond late night phone calls and guitar playing. He sipped his tea quietly, looking up towards the rafters. Kyou Senpai had returned to her perch it seemed. And with far less of the silk than before, he studied the bandaged arm from afar. One day he would have to ask about her work. He sighed, he held no more animosity towards the woman... her cold words had been from the path she walked. Kiran had not been ready or willing to hear them.

Plagued by nightmares, Kiran had found himself unable to stay in his room. He'd been here hours before the sun had risen. It was nice in the early morning. The symphony of heatbeats were enough to ease his weariness. Though some of them seemed to still be absent. He listened, ears turning slightly. Charlotte, Orrin, Mr and Mrs Jacobs... Malachai. He hoped they would return soon- perhaps that was why he was at such unease.

In came the pink girl, he watched her run up and down the stairs and finally to her room. What a funny little creature she was- annoying and a bit hands on, it made him wary. But it took all kinds to make the world- didn't it? He shook his head, going into the kitchen and making tea for the two of him. He knew her patter of feet by how active she was. An easy person to track. By the time he returned, she'd come back down. They would have collided if she had not possessed a near unnatural grace, bending almost in half backwards, which helped them both avoid hot tea over the both of them.

"Ah Morn', Degas."
"G-good m-morn-ning, P-P-Perg-grine. T-t-tea?" he offered her one of the two cups.
"Fo' me? Ah! T'ank 'ou!," Honey gladly accepted, plopping down at the bar.
Kiran sat a stool away, seems they were both left handed... that was helpful, "G-good r-run?"
"Ah i's beau'iful ou'side, Degas. Ya' shoul' try it ou'."
"Ah p-p-perh-haps s-soon. B-bef-fore w-wint-ter. A l-last h-har-r-rah b-bef-fore the c-c-old."

There was a long comfortable silence. The two enjoying morning tea in silence. Kiran noted how quickly her heart was beating. Honey fidgited with the hem of her shirt. Kiran Degas was her hero and she couldn't even tell him. His books were the biggest reason she took off in the world... because she wanted to see what he'd seen. Wanted to hear what he'd heard. And now- here he was! Honey blushed, unnerved. Kiran chuckled to himself. Honey sipped her tea, swinging her legs.

"Alter what?" asked Adam curiously, appearing to be sharing a plate of steamed vegetables with Fee and Zippo.

The blonde looked Kassadin over with a hum. "I can't say it's svelte, but it's charmingly intimidating!" he smiled in conclusion.

"Not to me, but for an armor buff, I wouldn't doubt it!" he said eagerly.

"Why do you ask?" he blinked, tilting his head.

Adam hummed. "I don't know exactly how it works, but could you possess other armor?"

He looked apologetic. "I did say that I don't know how this works."