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His...plans, would soon be interrupted. Talon would then proceed to perform a sudden action that Hasson would never witness anyone even the slightest bit stable even comprehend; the girl would, after a long moment, leap from her second story bedroom window, her white combat boots hitting the pavement without so much as a single sound. Talon Day. The one individual youth unwilling to conform to the Screaming Man Complex's blatant whitewashing was now standing before him, icy blue lips contorted into a mischievous smirk, delicate hands on her curvy hips. "I expected a better reaction from you, birdy. Although, the little mockingbird wouldn't usually have much to sing about..." Her fingers wrapped around his headphones, pulling them down around his neck.