[If he hadn't already been out the door with the camera swinging to face the Black Lion he'd have been pulling on his jacket. Shiro looks to the Lion and its eyes flare with yellow light.
A low booming rumble rolls through the air. He wishes he could just climb in the Lion and fly to her. He'd already be halfway there.]
Nothing to write home about. It's been...quiet since the invitation. Did you see it?
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A low booming rumble rolls through the air. He wishes he could just climb in the Lion and fly to her. He'd already be halfway there.]
Nothing to write home about. It's been...quiet since the invitation. Did you see it?