Room 206, Wednesday Evening
Naminé was pacing. And thinking. And trying not to worry. And her mind was swirling with thoughts of monsters and classes she was coming to loathe and angels and abductions and where was Valentine? If he had disappeared on her, she was going to hurt him and he had better realize that while there were crazy angels on the loose he was going to have a Naminé-shaped shadow because he wasn't allowed to get taken into the past.
She wondered vaguely if he felt like this all the time, what with her time running down, and that was such a miserable thought that it almost seemed like she deserved to have him turn up missing, just because. Although she had warned him and none of this was fair and she should be pacing, again.
(for valentine, who was modded out of the room with permission)
She wondered vaguely if he felt like this all the time, what with her time running down, and that was such a miserable thought that it almost seemed like she deserved to have him turn up missing, just because. Although she had warned him and none of this was fair and she should be pacing, again.
(for valentine, who was modded out of the room with permission)