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Patience is a becoming trait.
Hearing Spook's voice rising on the other side of the door, Jun's knocking only grew more insistent and when it didn't seem like he would be answered any time soon, he set his hand to the door knob. Feeling it give beneath his finger tips, the shade pushed open the door and found the girl in the middle of the room, the intense look of shock causing immediate concern.
"Hey - Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, kneeling beside her and, after a moment's hesitation, taking her shoulders and giving them a slight shake. "Spooks, it's me. Jun."
"Hey - Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, kneeling beside her and, after a moment's hesitation, taking her shoulders and giving them a slight shake. "Spooks, it's me. Jun."