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</div></div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"Sounds like it's been a long time," Luca commented lightly. Especially if you remember the first trains. Well over a couple hundred years I would think. Maybe more if you were already like that." Luca slowed his advance down the street. His gaze catching a few things of interest. "And never once taking a drink..." he muttered, the thought trailing off as he eyed the shop around the corner. "Change of plans. You need a few things. And honestly so do I... damn shirts torn." Luca plucked at the black t-shirt gingerly. Even black, it still showed remnants of blood staining it. He frowned at the ruined material. The jacket wasn't in better shape either. <br/>
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"Clothes for us both, and then a weapon," Luca stated and changed direction to head for the shop he'd spotted. "Oh... sorry, you were asking questions. Let's see, I'm twenty-five. I like spicy foods, mostly pasta or curry. Favorite color... I don't know. Blue I guess? Never really thought of that one. Not a fan of ice cream, so no I haven't had any. What about you?" It was an automatic reply, and Luca thought nothing of it. The last time he had a decent conversation with someone was right before he lost them to a vampire. Luca winced and forced himself to keep moving and not think about it. It was a long time ago, and even though he knew he couldn't have stopped it... <i>stop!</i> With a deep breath, he unclenched his fists and waited for Aries' answer so it would give him something else to focus on.</span>