[Suddenly, this place has become very loud and clashy. Oh my.
Zeal startles when greeted, and turns around looking almost afraid. Fear gives way to something more akin to '...what?' when she actually sets eyes on him.
She blinks. She looks away and passes a hand over her eyes, rubbing them. She looks back. No, no... he's real. So's that shirt.]
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Zeal startles when greeted, and turns around looking almost afraid. Fear gives way to something more akin to '...what?' when she actually sets eyes on him.
She blinks. She looks away and passes a hand over her eyes, rubbing them. She looks back. No, no... he's real. So's that shirt.]
...I'm sorry. What?