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Word Count: 282
A Kiss for Shelter
White Coats
A brief stroll with Renji left Xochitl slightly disoriented. After he had been called away she had sought to return to the front gate only to get turned around.
It seemed entirely too easy to forget things or get distracted; she often lamented her sudden absentmindedness.
Outside a gate she didn't recognize the young mother clutched the sonogram to her chest with a frown as she looked from left to right.
Spotting a figure striding with an idle gait, clothed in a white haori, she, after brief debate, took the opportunity presented.
The man, broad shouldered and tall from what she could discern, was heading away from her; she called out to gain his attention, "Pardon!"
She hadn't exactly run, but she had been rushing and by the time she reached him she was out of breath.
When she had finally caught her breath and looked up, and up, she realized the man was much bigger than she had surmised from her distance. He was indeed taller than her lord and a degree bulkier.
"Eh?" The man cast a glance over his muscled shoulder, one eye accessing her.
He had a long face, sharply angled and to a degree severe, a scar running down the length of one side. His hair was black, cut raggedly, but seemed to suit him perfectly. When he fully turned to her she saw that one eye was covered by a black, grey-bordered eyepatch.
Her lips parted in surprise, not because of the intimidating smirk on his face, but because she recognized him.
The man expected the startled expression on the woman's face to swiftly morph into fright, but instead it shifted into something bewildering- a smile.