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Cherryton's night district hummed with a low, neon thrum, staining the wet pavement in washes of crimson and electric blue. A thick, warm breeze carried the layered scents of searing meat and distant rain. Agata walked without purpose, his brown mane stirred by the wind, the formal weight of his usual suit exchanged for the simple comfort of a faded tee and denim. The absence of his brothers-in-arms felt like a hollow in his chest, the city's quiet making his solitude audible. Distracted, he turned a corner and met a solid form—a soft impact against his ribcage. "Oh—damn. Sorry." He looked down, the spots beneath his eyes darkening with a flush, and found you standing there.