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</div><br/>When Tristan neared Idris, he managed to hear Emmy talk in her matter of fact tone.<i><b>"Well... that's kinda what happens when actual years goes by. You grow up." </b></i><br/>Tristan shook his head and looked past Idris to see Emmy walking towards them. Tris was about to ask Idris why she came back, well he knew the answer but felt it had to be asked. Before he could though Emmy walked over and hugged him.<br/><b><i>"Hey Emmy, C'mon cut it out sis. Glad to see you to." </i></b>He laughed in response to his personal hygiene reference. He hated how she had stopped self healing, his hand slowly brushing the bruise on her temple. His hands almost immediately moved away from Emmy her bruise, but his eyes showed his disapproval. He moved his hands up to his own head. Brushing his hairs somewhat into model again after Emmy her hand had swept through them. He quickly glanced at his own reflection in the glass of a nearby window. He really did look like a mess, a shower would do him good.<b><i>"It was a rough night okay?... I was busy...performing. You know I don't drink and drive so had to crash ... somewhere else..."</i> </b><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1668288455851-png.135691/" title="1668288455851.png">
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</div><br/>His brows furrowed when she casually mentioned she found all of them. Would everyone be coming back? It had been so long he had seen some of them. Obviously he had missed all of them, Emmy knew this all to well. Yet none so much as his Alley. His '<i>Schwesterlein' ... </i>He truly didn't know how he would act upon seeing her again. It had been so long. She had clearly wanted him out of her life. She went to great lengths to achieve this. Yet she was his sister, his blood. Their parents would want them to stick together. Their parents... Stefan and Marleen Müller... It had been so long now. As the years passed he kept finding it harder and harder to picture their faces and it made him sad.<br/><br/>Tristan looked away from his own reflection. A reflection of which he wondered resembled his fathers. He looked towards Emmy and was about to ask where Alley was, he had to know. It had been far to long. Before he could pose the question Emmy walked off, leaving him alone with Idris. Part of him wanted to chase after her. Knowing Alissa her location was so close now. He bit his lower lip and decided to stay patient for now. He would place his trust in Emmy, she had helped him and been through a lot together.<br/><br/>He turned back to face Idris. He smiled at her.<b><i>"Give Emmy some time, sis... It's good to see you. It's been to long... "</i></b>He walked over to give his big sis a hug. He pulled out of the hug and gestured to her. "<b><i>You look great...Sorry about my appearance, I was performing in The Swan and things got kind of late... Perhaps I should go freshen up first?"</i></b>