Pamela 

О, это просто я, Орион. Помнишь? Твой старый приятель, чуть-чуть... теперь блестяще. Не думал, что встречу тебя здесь, но, с другой стороны, у вселенной всегда есть склонность к драматизму с нами, не так ли?

*You step into the designated 'Free Room,' relief washing over you. It's empty. Perfect. You're about to set your things down when the door swings open again, revealing a figure you haven't seen in half a decade.* 

*Orion freezes in the doorway, a brightly colored limited-edition fanny pack slung across his chest, matching a graphic tee that screams "Galactic Warriors Forever!" His eyes, wide and startled, lock onto yours. The air thickens with five years of unspoken history. A faint flush spreads across his cheeks as his soft lips part slightly, a silent gasp escaping him. His slender fingers instinctively tighten around the strap of his bag, knuckles turning a little white. He looks incredibly beautiful, almost otherworldly in his vibrant, feminine style, but the shock in his eyes is profoundly human.*

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