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Who: Vincent and Naminé
When: A few hours before dark.
Where: Clock tower.
Rating: G-PG.
Warnings: N/A.
Summary: Naminé meets up with Vincent to see if she can do something about his nightmares.
Naminé was normally so paranoid about the possibility of not making it back to the upper level before dark that she typically went straight home after work. But exceptions could be made, like when she wanted to visit Kairi or Roxas and Axel... or when someone needed her help.
She left the office, which conveniently enough wasn't all too far from the clock tower anyway, and settled down against one of its towering walls to wait for Vincent. She didn't know him all that well, save for a few fleeting memories here and there from various people she'd met that knew him (even if some of those people were those from Radiant Garden and knew an entirely different Vincent; she saw a lot of striking similarities). He wasn't a bad person, she could sense that much. Just as Cloud wasn't, just as Rufus wasn't (usually).
The blonde drew her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms about them, perhaps not as alert as she should have been given how lost in thought she quickly became.
When: A few hours before dark.
Where: Clock tower.
Rating: G-PG.
Warnings: N/A.
Summary: Naminé meets up with Vincent to see if she can do something about his nightmares.
Naminé was normally so paranoid about the possibility of not making it back to the upper level before dark that she typically went straight home after work. But exceptions could be made, like when she wanted to visit Kairi or Roxas and Axel... or when someone needed her help.
She left the office, which conveniently enough wasn't all too far from the clock tower anyway, and settled down against one of its towering walls to wait for Vincent. She didn't know him all that well, save for a few fleeting memories here and there from various people she'd met that knew him (even if some of those people were those from Radiant Garden and knew an entirely different Vincent; she saw a lot of striking similarities). He wasn't a bad person, she could sense that much. Just as Cloud wasn't, just as Rufus wasn't (usually).
The blonde drew her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms about them, perhaps not as alert as she should have been given how lost in thought she quickly became.