Room 206, Valentine's Impending Doom, Sunday Afternoon
Naminé was seated on her bed - which had, last night, been her bed and not "the unused bed" as it usually was - sketching.
A lesser person might be plotting terrible things to do to her roommate and significant other, who had been a less-than-pleasant individual yesterday. And had been less-than-pleasant loudly, and for rather lengthy time periods, one might add.
But Naminé was of course far too nice for that sort of thing, and not secretly ruthless or evil at all, which is why she was sketching and waiting patiently for her roommate and significant other to return to their room.
Really.
Very.
(for he who is dooooooooomed)
A lesser person might be plotting terrible things to do to her roommate and significant other, who had been a less-than-pleasant individual yesterday. And had been less-than-pleasant loudly, and for rather lengthy time periods, one might add.
But Naminé was of course far too nice for that sort of thing, and not secretly ruthless or evil at all, which is why she was sketching and waiting patiently for her roommate and significant other to return to their room.
Really.
Very.
(for he who is dooooooooomed)