Of the many things Naminé might have expected to see on the living room floor of Jason's flat, very high on the list would be Bojangles, the puppy that she and Valentine had taken home from the shelter just three weeks ago ( Read more... )

Naminé was sitting on the roof with her sketchpad. It was safer there. She didn't want to start singing today.

( Which wasn't really an option, today, was it? )

When Naminé awoke, her two blue sandals were involved in a rather hush-hush sort of conversation.

She laughed, cheerily. "Good morning, sandals. Am I to thank Fandom for this?"

The left shoe gave her a look that she could have sworn was a raised eyebrow. "Well, we aren't normally the type to talk, now are we?"

( 'I suppose not,' Naminé said, a touch miffed. )

Lacking a better place to sleep, Amber had found her way back to room 206 Sunday night, relieved to see that the drunken Irish degenerate had been nowhere in sight.

Naminé, on the other hand, woke up very much hoping that somehow the drunken Irish degenerate had found his way home last night, after she fell asleep. But the room was empty ( Read more... )

( Amber and Tommy wake up and get acquainted. )

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... )

( It was early morning, and Naminé didn't want to get up just yet. )

She woke up early, wearing a plum-colored t-shirt, and snuggled in the arms of ... hmmm. That's odd. She didn't remember falling asleep with anyone.

Her eyes flew open as she realized she didn't remember last night at all.

She turned, carefully, to see ... a strange masked man lying in bed with her.

She did what anyone would do. She screamed.

( Who's been sleeping in my bed!? )

There was an odd glow, settling over Naminé, and when it disappeared, she felt ... whole again. As whole as any Nobody could be, but at this moment, she felt rather more whole than she ever had before ( Read more... )

Naminé awoke in her room, a small white cat curled against her stomach ( Read more... )