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Originally Posted by Celestial
Walking across the catwalk lining the massive ship was Aspen. She hadn't a role within the ship and had simply inquired about coming along. Sure she loved her brothers fiancé and family but she hadn't really been e first contacted to accompany on this mission. Since grace was home sick and in hospital half the time she had asked Aspen to go and watch over sage instead. She had agreed out of love for grace and sage. She walks closer towards the loading bay until she spotted sage holding a chain on his neck. The video she knew had affected him seriously... It was a matter of ime before he was with naruto again. Unless. She shook her head uncomfortably they couldn't be dead, not with all the information they knew so well. She approched her brother stroking the bird that perched on her shoulder that readjusted itself a few times. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "You ok?" she breathed
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Sage jumped ever so slightly at Aspen's sudden touch, having not expected her to be there. It was hard to pay attention these days, his mind plagued with thoughts of Naruto. Was he dead? Alive? Which one was better? He bit down on his lip and looked away from his sister, subtly nodding his head before changing his mind and shaking it. He stared down at the necklace, clinging to Naruto's ring and idly looping Grace's around his ring finger. It was soothing to watch the gold glint in the fluorescent lighting...
Santiago was... mildly concerned for Aspen's brother. It was unnerving to not be glared at every single second of the day, or being shouted at for being a little too close to Aspen if he caught them together. He leaned against the doorframe and observed the duo silently, debating whether or not to walk up to them or leave them be. The young man ran a hand through his curls, still overwhelmed and baffled by the complexity of Aspen's family. The only normal ones were either Aspen or Tord, and even then something about Tord rubbed Santiago the wrong way. Not necessarily in a bad way but there was just something slightly off about the short, pastel-wearing Norweigen. Santiago had his suspicions about why Tord always wore long sleeves but he wasn't about to confront the poor man about it. His soft gaze shifted over to the helm, staring out at the rather creepy wreckage.
How the hell do these people get into these situations?!