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blackguardnouveau replied to your post: NOV hesitates at the front door, one box under his arm, the other raised slightly. After a few nanos of calm, meditative breathing, he tries knocking.

The blackguard still hesitates, and then pads quietly into the apartment, box shifting in front of him as if it will protect him. “H-hey.”

iTunes looks ups from the sofa to see NOV standing there—awkward as ever, and plunks back down onto the cushions. “Yeah.” he replies, beginning to throw the ball again.