<div style="text-align: center"><b>Kenji Avery – White</b><br/>
Mid-June, 2022<br/>
12:20pm, The Manor front and foyer<br/>
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Present: Chris<br/>
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</div>There was no reason to resist the pull into a brotherly hug, and Kenji laughed, half-surprised but mostly grateful that his GI Joe-Bro was so physically friendly. "I wasn't sure," he said, realizing that his answer could have been for both the handshake and whether they were all the same. Though they were practically eye to eye, Chris had a good sixty pounds of muscle on him. Five of those pounds were probably dirt.<br/><br/>For an awkward moment Kenji didn't want the hug to end, but civilized society said that men were only allowed to hug for about three seconds before it got weird so he reluctantly pulled away, still resting a hand on Chris' elbow as the soldier swung their conversation back to more mundane things.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I suppose so." He released Chris and looked at the door. Once they went through there was no going back. They'd be home, and this time they'd all be adults with no one to blame but themselves if people scattered to the winds again.<br/><br/>"So…" he looked at Chris. "You and Addy?" he asked, raising a brow. "I mean, I assume those are your bikes out there." He shrugged, stepping towards the door. His question could have been along the lines of 'You and Addy both ride?' or it could have been 'You and Addy knocking boots?' He would let Chris decide. It was more fun that way, and now that he had met three of his siblings and not a single one had balled up their fist and sent it his way he was starting to feel better about this whole ordeal.