impacter | TP - YUGAMU

[It's a very tired shuffle of a stride that echoes through the garage, the dark fabrics of his clothes standing contrast to the pure white of his hair in the dim lighting and eerie stature of concrete.

He's not well. There's a limp to his stride, a pain to how he draws breath. But he walks regardless, eyes open and searching. He rarely ever finds anyone in here. But he checks, nonetheless.

The flash of blue at the rooftop grants him pause, and he's careful enough to keep some distance, trying to gauge what their local assassin is doing up here all on his own, or if he'll be observant enough to know he has company.]

[Solomon doesn't head to their meeting point right away, not when Noelle is so freshly on the mind. But he'll eventually slip his way past the rows and rows of spaces, the weeping voices of girls that echo, and up to the rooftop, one of his project satchels kept tightly in his pockets.

You up here, Yugamu, or does he have to go searching?]

[He's surprised when he can't find Yugamu in his normal spot. So Solomon will go to searching in his strange patrol of the school, finally poking his nose in the chapel.

Ah. There's that messy bob of blue, like spotting a sliver of the ocean in the distant horizon.

He's in a new look today as he strolls quietly into the lab. The pen he had used in their impromptu sparring session only days ago now stays openly in his hand, flicking back and forth across his fingers.

Well. Some of them, anyway. One of his hands is bandaged, and there's a noticeable favor on one side if Yugamu pays close enough attention. At the nape of his neck, peeking against his collar, is a staining of black against his skin that definitely wasn't there before.

But his smile is easy, easy, even if his gaze falls strange as he strolls up closer.]

Cooped up somewhere new today, aren't we?

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