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[Clang. Shuffle. "Ow! Stupid trashcan!" ...sound of trashcan being kicked. Papers shuffling. More noise in the background. Oh, and her going OHGODOHGODWHYDONTIKEEPMYROOMCLEANER?! while cleaning.]

...Is everything all right?

[Oh. OH. Oh god, he's talking to her, isn't he?! So, as she goes back over to where she set her journal, she talks to him.]

Oh! Oh jeez, no, no, everything is fine! I had to clean up a little. My room has gotten messy since I haven't had any visitors.

I understand. [Now he's all worried that he is causing her distress.] If you would rather I go elsewhere...

N-no, it's fine, it's fine!

If you're sure.

I'm sure! I just... I wasn't expecting you to come here so soon!

I'll take my time.

You don't have to, I'm almost done!

All right.

Just come on up when you get here, then.

I will.

See you soon, then.

[Finds the building readily enough, and then looks for the room she mentioned. Once there, he knocks on the door and waits patiently. A lot of thoughts are running through his mind. He's anxious in general, unsure how this might go.]

[There's a few thuds from her trying to finish up her impromptu clean-up job, the sound her jumping and dropping things, things being kicked to the side, and then the dull thudding of her going to the door.

Once the door opens , Vincent is treated to Lu standing there with a big dorky smile on her face.] You got here faster than I expected.

[Vincent is stunned to silence. This is the first time he's seen her since... the experiments and their aftermath. Since the cave under the waterfall. He can only stare at her in amazement.]

[And she stares back.] What is it, Vincent?

You're... really here... [Seeing her brings back much of the past, memories both horrific and wonderful.]

Of course I am, silly. I told you I was. You didn't believe me?

I did, but... seeing you...

Seeing me what?

Seeing you... is more than I could have wished for.

[She smiles a little, and steps away from the door.] Well, are you going to come in or not? I had to clean up my room some before you got here, after all. Wouldn't want it to go to waste.

[...and yes, her room is still halfway messy, but in an organized mess of her normal caliber: science notes and assorted books are around, and her bed = unmade (though she TRIED to make it look presentable by tossing the covers up on it). Typical for her, most likely.]

[He steps inside, only going in when she offers. This room is so... Lucrecia... that Vincent would have known it was hers without being told. All of it stirs up memories of a simpler time long gone.]

You've made yourself at home.

Well of course I have, I've been here for almost a half a year now. Wouldn't do me much good if I didn't break in my room, you know.

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