[55] we're here to play a game of who loves more than whom

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[Okay, this is weird. He's not due a regain, so at first Dist is wary of the neat little box on his doorstep. He leaves it there for almost an hour but his curiosity finally gets the better of him; how bad could it be, really? Carefully he peels back the paper, peeking into the box...

The memories hit him like a train in the back of the head, and he doesn't even take the time to get his chair before he's off in the direction of Jade's house. Could it be a trick? Maybe. But that doesn't occur to him just then; he's always placed possibly too much trust and value in his memories, and now is no exception. When he gets there, he's pounding on the door with his fist.]

Jade! JADE!

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[Dist wasn't the only one who had received a box of a peculiar nature. Jade just hasn't opened his yet, and was entertaining the idea of not opening it. He was well versed in the little things that made Mayfield 'special' and was well aware that this box probably held something quite useful to him, but there were horror stories... it could also hold something not quite useful. ...Which was why he was quite perplexed over this.

Tapping the top of the box, brows furrowed in thought. This could very well hold his fonic artes... but it also could not. And he was just going to ponder this more when he heard the knocking and that... that voice. Well he had every intention on ignoring him but it might just actually be important.

Who would ever have imagined that Dist would ever be remotely useful to him again. Heaving a small sigh he's getting up from his place in the kitchen, taking the box with him. He did not trust this 'family' of his and he would rather they not touch his things. Carrying the box under one arm he goes to answer the door, not looking very enthused. It didn't matter how useful Dist may or may not be, he was still quite the chore to speak with.

But he's opening the door looking unimpressed.]

Yes?