originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b]Celon followed close behind, in his regular attire. His dusky gi and long-sleeved shirt. His skin was still its black, he was of the Twilit, after all. He followed cheerfully, spring in his step.[/b]
"Where we goin'?"
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[u]"My place. I think you'll like it a lot, it's comfy."[/u] [i]Olivia chuckled to herself, leading Celon onwards to her apartment. She would try to get the cash needed to set up a room for Celon. Add in some punching bags for him, and Olivia would've thought that's all he needed.[/i] [i]Timeskip![/i] [u]"Here we are."[/u] [i]The two stood outside of an apartment room, the wooden door locked tight.[/i] [u]"Lemme get my keys..."[/u]