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[flowercomplex]

[Kanda's in the kitchen, making himself some tea. Nothing out of the ordinary, but he appears very distracted and just going through the motions. Like he's thinking.

Shock and horror, I know. His peace doesn't last, however. He finishes preparing his cup and turns to put the pot aside and reach for it blindy, knocking the mug to the ground. It

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[not_the_spirit]

[She sees the scene as she walks into the kitchen, and gives a friendly smile.]

Let me help you clear that up.

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[flowercomplex]

I've got it-- [Looks over to her]

[flowercomplex]

[Whoa you were the last person he ever expected to see. Give him a minute]

[not_the_spirit]

[She gives a slightly nervous laugh; what is it with people who look like this young man, and their shocked reactions?]

Are you sure? Okay...

[flowercomplex]

[He nods and bends down to pick the pieces up, glancing to her.

... God damn nine years looking and finding out the truth and he can't even come up with anything to say to her. What was his life]

[not_the_spirit]

[By now she's over at the fridge, piling up gargantuan quantities of food onto plates, such being the life of a parasite-type Innocence user. But she does glance back at Kanda out of the corner of her eye for a second before continuing to set out her meal.]

Bread, quiche, pie, mayonnaise...

[flowercomplex]

[Holy Hell. That he wasn't expecting. Uh]

... Alma, right?

[not_the_spirit]

[She turns around, her expression suddenly bright and cheerful.] Yes, I am. How do you know my name?

[flowercomplex]

I-- [She has no idea who he is, doesn't she. But... that could only work if she didn't die and become a Second. But she was still an Exorcist.

So, it was either a lucky alternate world or she was behind even him. And the other Alma was ahead. Ow, his brain]

... I've met one of you once. [Not really a lie]

[not_the_spirit]

The same here. I've met one of you once before. It was odd - he told me that he'd seen me at the Black Order, as some sort of ghost. [She gives a small laugh.] I don't suppose I'm a ghost you've run into there too, and that's how you know me?

[flowercomplex]

Not exactly. [How much should he tell her? He's not sure]

[not_the_spirit]

Not exactly? [She can't help looking curious after he's said something like that.]

[flowercomplex]

It isn't important. [Getting a new mug for his tea]

[not_the_spirit]

Oh. [Disappointed, she starts moving her plates of food over to a table.] If you really did meet another me as a ghost too, it's okay to say so. I'm not a ghost.

[flowercomplex]

[A pause] I know you're not.

[not_the_spirit]

[She smiles] I forgot to ask - what's your name?