Not that this was the first time Phoenix had encountered someone from his future. Apollo, Trucy, Iris, Vera...he'd seen a lot of new faces come and go that were surprised, happy, unfamiliar but still happy to see him, but this new enigma?
Why did he get the feeling of hatred coming from this man called Godot?
Well, there wasn't much use pondering about it all day -- after all, he was supposed to meet with the man anyway, and if he was going to get ANY answers, it would be there, not out on the street, twiddling his thumbs.
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Not that this was the first time Phoenix had encountered someone from his future. Apollo, Trucy, Iris, Vera...he'd seen a lot of new faces come and go that were surprised, happy, unfamiliar but still happy to see him, but this new enigma?
Why did he get the feeling of hatred coming from this man called Godot?
Well, there wasn't much use pondering about it all day -- after all, he was supposed to meet with the man anyway, and if he was going to get ANY answers, it would be there, not out on the street, twiddling his thumbs.
He pushes the café door open with a gentle shove, glancing around for the man. Beside him strode his ever jovial starter, Butch, seeming unaffected by the apprehension coming from his trainer.