Naminé was ... pacing. She couldn't seem to get class out of her head. How could you lightly discuss something like that? Destroying someone's mind and pretending it was a service to them ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )