Sinclair couldn’t wait to see her, he knew business would come first should he see Tesseract, but is heart longed for something else. Perhaps while still Cersei wasn’t aware of the feeling of floating and what it meant, these strange thoughts and just… Everything. It all made him feel so special and somehow it was all thanks to Maradona that he became fully aware of just what it was. His mother was never around to talk to about how he felt about the tri-colored girl, so really all he had to act upon were his instincts and what he thought. Perhaps he was wrong, he still clung to the thought that maybe it was just them being friends, but no, he was friends with Guardian and he certainly didn’t have these light hearted fluttery feelings.
He shook his head, not wanting to think too much on it because if it was Tesseract, Caligula or Maradona to greet him he didn’t want to appear too disappointed in their presences. His tail gave a bit of a wave his soaked form continuing into the land but he didn’t have far to go. Sin would have been very hard pressed to miss the russet form that was quickly moving towards him, tail waving a million miles a second and a smile on her maw. Just looking at her for the first time in months brought a sense of awe he stopped watching her his tail waving a bit more feverishly out behind him before letting out a bellowing bark and bounding towards her to more quickly close the gap between them and soon her all too familiar smirk set upon her maw, letting him know a jocular remark was to follow.
He honestly wasn’t sure how to take it, he could be honest, tell her that it was too long and that he missed her, or he could reply with something equally teasing, but ultimately the normal reaction to her comments won out. ””You didn’t miss me? I can go back and train a little longer if you want?” He smirked back at her shaking more of the water from his pelt leaving him thoroughly disheveled looking now, particularly with his thick angel-trademarked coat. Least that was what Guardian had said, angels always had ‘damn thick’ fur.
Though the joking comment had left him, soon after his features softened and he let the familiar scent of home and of Cersei enter his nares letting loose a deep sigh before saying, ”I missed you.” Not home, not anything else just her. His voice was soft but his gaze was set on her own bright orbs. Of course he missed home, but home wouldn’t be home without Cersei, not ever. He would always love Glorall for the home it gave him for the purpose and he liked it here, still though it wouldn’t ever be the same if Cersei didn’t live here.
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