[He is standing in front of a beaten up old mirror in a uniform, staring somewhat intently at his reflection. The outfit strangely looks like it fits him perfectly, something about the breadth of his shoulders, how he holds them, how straight he is.
The question pulls him into focus, and he turns, the corners of his lips flickering with a small smile.]
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The question pulls him into focus, and he turns, the corners of his lips flickering with a small smile.]
Hello, Sora. I'm still looking, I think.