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_{▐┃❛♕        Ceasing in her movement does she, chest expanding with an inhale of fresh air, a holding of breath briefly before an exhale betwixt desiccated flanges before a fist of curled digits rose, knuckles knocking against the cool wood of the front door. Really, she doesn’t intend on staying long, but she’s been meaning to do this for awhile.}

                     _{Patiently, Lightning waits.}

Midday had struck prematurely, its arrival not only unyielding, but dreaded as there had been enough on his plate to complete before dusk swallowed the gleaming sands of their man-made paradise. It was a knock of wood that alerted his ear as he’d been tidying up the small field of vegetables Serah had wanted when they moved into their own place. Hands encased by leather and littered with dirt were his only resort to ridding whatever else clung to his person as he made his way inside.

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’,” he exclaimed; a sullied palm grasping at the knob of his front door to turn and tug– and upon baring witness to who had been on the other side, Snow’s entire expression beamed.

“Sis!” He chimed. “What are ya’ doin’ here?”