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[targetprime]

[He knew she had left. Minato had just confirmed his suspicions.

He wasn't sure how, but he knew. He could even tell a person the time she had gone if asked. Not that any of it mattered now.

It was an ability he could have done without.

Ramirez, to be honest, does not know what to do. He should be happy that Fina is not in such a dangerous and

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[rupurudu]

[Ramirez can probably hear a thump behind him; Klonoa's just come in for a landing. He's about to walk off and take care of his usual stuff when he notices Ramirez... he looks awfully sad. This isn't good. He'll make his way over to that bench and sit down, sort of near Ramirez.]

...What's wrong?

[targetprime]

[He did hear that thump. The question is does he care? And the answer is no. :|a

Until he gets some company on his bench of angst, that is. Well hey there, wtf are you. Ramirez would be bombarding you with questions if he wasn't currently feeling sorry for himself. He glances up at Klonoa with a vague sort of curiosity.]

...Hm?

[rupurudu]

You look kinda sad. Is something wrong? [Trying to look cheerful. Maybe it'll help.]

[targetprime]

[LOL GOOD LUCK KLONOA, MY MAN.]

...Everything is fine.

[This is of course said in the most morose tone possible. He cannot lie to save his life. :|]

[rupurudu]

[Yeah, even Klonoa can see past that one. :| Nice try, Ramirez.]

No... I can tell there's something bothering you. ...Do you want to talk about it? Maybe it'll help.

[targetprime]

[He's still gonna try. :| A little less lying this time though. Just a little.]

...Your concern is appreciated, but you need not worry about me. I am fine.

[rupurudu]

Alright. ...If you wanna talk about it, though, I'll be here. [He pulls out his journal and flips through it a little bit.]

...I wonder... Did someone close to you go back home?

[targetprime]

[Dot. Dot. Dot.

...

...W-works on the necklace some more.]

[rupurudu]

[That's probably what happened, based on his reaction. No wonder he's so sad... Klonoa's going to give him a pat on the back. Maybe even a quick hug if Ramirez lets him get that close. Gotta try to cheer him up somehow.]

[targetprime]

[...Oh geez, Ramirez is quite possibly one of the most non-physical people out there. The second you touch him he is going to jerk back violently and start to raise his hand, clenching it into a fist.

...Before he realizes it's just that thing who's been talking to him all this time, anyway. Then he just sighs and relaxes his hand before shifting back into his former position.]

...Please do not do that.

[rupurudu]

[Oh dear. The last thing he needs is more punishment. As soon as Ramires raises his fist, Klonoa's going to scramble to the other side of the bench.]

...Sorry.

[targetprime]

[HNNNNNNG WHY CAN'T HE DO ANYTHING RIGHT. He feels bad about that one.]

...It's all right. You were merely attempting to be comforting, correct? I'm afraid I overreacted.

Please forgive me.

[Here, he'll even try to smile at you. Stop looking so scared. :C]

[rupurudu]

[He looks a little wary at first, but the attempted smile wins him over. Scooting back to your side, Ramirez.]

Nah, it's okay. I shoulda thought before I did that.

[targetprime]

[All right, that's progress. He shifts a bit to the side once Klonoa scoots back over, kind of unconsciously.]

No, it's really all right. I'm afraid that is how I was trained to react.

[rupurudu]

[Talking is a good start.] Well, that's okay! I'll just have to remember that for next time I see you.

...Hey, what were you trained as?

[targetprime]

...A warrior.