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The coy couldn’t verify his okay-ness, and this caused Cry to chalk it up to either the youth being too aback by this meet so sudden, or it had mental deficit. But again, he had to try.

“I’m Cry,” he gave up his alias. He left the floor open for Phex to chime in her own name. Turning back to to the multicolored fae, he addressed her visually, looking over the front of her and where he could, hoping to ensure she had no snotty specks from this child on her. 

His gaze came back across Blossom, wondering what parent gave this male his name. “That’s a unique name,” he spoke with intent of kindness. The Shadow truly didn’t mean to sound like an ass about it.