[ Yu heads out to the entrance to the park with only one thing in his hands: a small gift he'd made in what little time he had to make it. There are differences between him now and him in the prison, like someone's hit his off switch. In the prison there was an intensity, a sharpness to him at all times even when he was teasing, though she never saw the most focused pieces of him, which came only after she died. Now, though, all that intensity is gone, and a much more normal teenager is left in its wake. He's only seventeen, the youngest of their group, though his maturity (versus some telepathic troublemakers) might sometimes suggest otherwise.
He'll wait for her there, idle and relaxed, and smile when he sees her. ]
Hey. I brought you something.
[ He'll hold out the little paper cat for her to take. ]
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That sounds great. I'll see you in a bit.
[ Yu heads out to the entrance to the park with only one thing in his hands: a small gift he'd made in what little time he had to make it. There are differences between him now and him in the prison, like someone's hit his off switch. In the prison there was an intensity, a sharpness to him at all times even when he was teasing, though she never saw the most focused pieces of him, which came only after she died. Now, though, all that intensity is gone, and a much more normal teenager is left in its wake. He's only seventeen, the youngest of their group, though his maturity (versus some telepathic troublemakers) might sometimes suggest otherwise.
He'll wait for her there, idle and relaxed, and smile when he sees her. ]
Hey. I brought you something.
[ He'll hold out the little paper cat for her to take. ]