[ Getting someone's attention isn't easy in Wyver's noisy marketplace. Its streets are colorful and loud, full of smoke and spice and the voices of its shopkeeps and citizens. Not even running footsteps seem to reach him immediately as he unloads a crate from a wagon to a storefront. Hearing his name though, that gets Mikazuki to right himself with a quizzical Hm? noise, brain failing to match the familiar voice with the blur of red until it's all but barreled into him.
He's not the softest person to hug at high speeds, but she could probably do worse. ]
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He's not the softest person to hug at high speeds, but she could probably do worse. ]
— Yona? I didn't know you'd be here.
[ hindsight, etc., etc. ]