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[There's an Aries in the kitchen. One who's golden cloth is half destroyed, it's surface riddled with cracks, tiny pieces blasted off and even entire chucks gone. Shion himself is nearly as banged up as his Cloth, although he's taken time to crudely bandage his more obvious wounds there's many tiny scratches and scraps he hasn't seen to yet. Instead he seems more interested in the plate of cupcakes he found on the counter. There is a kettle slowly heating on the stove next to him. Anyone who comes near enough might notices that he's abnormally pale and shaking sightly. There's slowly melting frost covering the edges of his armor too, although he hardly seems aware of it.]