Serah | 24!Maqui
Serah placed the phone down. Questions raced through her mind. Had Maqui changed in away way? Would he look any different? Why did he leave in the first place?
She walked outside her room and sat at the couch in NORA house—Her room was already inside the café anyway. She walked up to the kitchen and poured herself some pineapple juice while she waited. It was a pretty hot day, she needed to cool herself down a bit. The she sat back down on the couch and waited, anxious of seeing her old friend again.
NORA House. Hadn’t changed much over the years. As military boots shifted in the soft sand, a bare arm moved to block sunlight out of his eyes. Signature goggles hung at his neck as he made the first step onto the building’s wooden porch. Their sign creaked eerily above him — out of maintenance? It had been a few years after all … He doubted anyone else would have bothered to give the sign it’s regular yearly check.
"Uh — Serah?" The room lacked it’s own lighting, resorting to the sun’s rays for light instead. Familiar pink curls and shimmering eyes found him as he stepped through the open threshold. "Oh hey." And instantly his own smile returned to him. Just the sight of a friendly face enough to lessen the heaviness in his chest. Thumps of boot against wood resounded through the fairly empty room as he made his way to the couch. Curious ceruleans eye the cup in her hands and then move to her attire. He scans the clothing for a moment, eyes lingering a few extra seconds on the design of her boots, then return to holding her gaze. What’s with the outfit? He wants to ask, but the blonde holds his tongue. His childish smile melts into a more serious expression as he stands in front of her. As much as he wants to simply laugh off the situation and joke around like his old self, something feels very different. The unknown paralyzes him as he stands, shoulders slouched, and his marine hues become saddened with realization.