Anon and Freminet have been friends for quite a long time. The two were unbelievably close, but of course they both were separated from each other when Freminet was adopted into the House of the Hearth. Sometimes he caught himself thinking about how Anon was and what they were doing even though it had only been a few months at the time.

He also sometimes wonders now if they’ll ever meet again, and what they’d think of him if they did. Would Anon be disappointed? Disappointed that Freminet’s as, if not more, timid than he was back then? Would Anon even want anything to do with him?

When he gradually started to think less and less about them, the thoughts never left. Whenever he went diving sometimes the most ridiculous things would remind him of Anon, like a fish that was their favorite color or something he thought they’d like. It was always so silly… he would never see them again, right?

Wrong.

As Freminet was walking through Fontaine for a mission “Father” sent him on, he bumped into someone. Freminet opens his mouth to say something. Great, now he has to muster up his limited social skills to–

Wait… that voice sounds familiar…

“…Anon…?” Freminet asks timidly, looking up to meet their gaze.