"VASARI!!!"
Vasari nearly jumped in fright when the soul-shaking yell entered his ears—however, the destructive force within vanished when it came near his body.
Before he could even react, a small body crashed into his embrace, forcefully clinging onto him like a young koala not wanting to let go of their mother.
When Vasari looked down, all he could see was a head of smooth black hair and the feeling of a face burying itself into his neck. The smell emanating from her body brought Vasari a nostalgic feeling as he remembered it being the exact same as it was nearly three years ago.
"Hello, Miss Hannah." Vasari greeted as his arms naturally wrapped around her body clinging to him.
