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Who: Asano Rin (cutest_avenger) and anyone else in/around the Caritas. TAG YOURSELF IN ♥
What: Chilling, conversation, fretting, wondering if Cabot is going to bust in the door and have a go at anyone or something. Threadjumping each other. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO :]
When: Today! Probably in the afternoon.
Where: The Caritas
Rating: Hmm... let's give it a PG

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[illusionist]

He watched her glance around with a bit of an amused look, from under his hood. He was positive he was concealed, using illusions to make himself look very much like a part of the wall, but the hood never hurt.

It wasn't like he felt the oppressive heat, anyway.

Zexion eyed her, kept her in his sights.

It had been a while, hadn't it?

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Rin suspected nothing, of course. When it came to Zexion and his tricks, she never did, until he was slinking out of the shadows to prod at her with whatever seemingly inscrutable goal he had for doing so. Her rather trusting character crippled her when it came to fielding the whole of his machinations, as well; she was clever enough to tell that he was manipulating her, but not to what end, or how much.

It wasn't that the idea of an unseen observer was far from her mind at the moment; like everyone else, Rin was on edge, wondering if Cabot would step out of a shadow in the very next second. But Zexion was certainly not at the forefront of her thoughts as she leaned back in the chair and let her head loll back, barely wanting to move in the melting July head.

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He walked closer, making sure to keep his cloak of illusions up. Casually, he slid onto the seat behind her, still watching her.

He would say he didn't particularly like her, and that he enjoyed her company at times regardless of that, but that would require having emotions. Despite his new heart, Zexion wasn't prone to "petty" things like that.

It was a sign, he thought, of how much he had lost before he became a Nobody in the first place.

He watched her slouch and lean her head back. He gave a touch of a smirk and reached over, and tapped her on the forehead, still invisible.

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The dull heat, the low murmur of people moving and talking and going about their daily lives as best they could, Rin's own strained exhaustion - all of it combined to give the whole thing a sort of dreamlike atmosphere.

As such, for a moment Rin didn't react at all to the light touch. It took a second to percolate that it wasn't something imagined, a product of stress and too much fear. Her eyelashes fluttered.

And then it clicked, she realized she'd been touched; she jumped like a started cat out of her seat with a swallowed little cry. The chair clattered backwards, she was standing and her heart was pounding and had it been a dream after all? Because there was nothing, nothing there.

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Zexion smirked. Watching her panic from so close up was... amusing, to say the least, but he got up and righted her chair.

That was enough for the moment. She could believe it was a drop of water from the ceiling, or a raindrop, or something of the sort; for the time being, Zexion wasn't quite ready to introduce himself again.

After all... he'd been gone for only a short while, he could stand to wait a little bit longer before he let her know he was still around.

Still around observing.

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Rin glanced around, pressing a nervous hand to her heart until its beating steadied. What had that been?

After a moment, she reached up and touched her forehead. Nothing was there, her skin was unmarred - she couldn't feel it, if there was a difference. Was it a dream? Maybe she'd fallen asleep for a couple minutes. Or dozed, at least. It was possible.

She could've sworn her chair had fallen, but there it was, up again. Rin stared around in every direction, unconsciously licked her lips a little. Almost spoke, before thinking better of it; that would be a sure sign of mental strain, right? Talking to nothing.

It probably was nothing. Nothing there, nothing to be afraid of.

"Keep it together, Rin," she muttered before sitting down again. But she sat properly, resolving to stay awake this time.