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[curtainwizard]

It's a river, winding through the base of a shallow valley in spring. A cool, green smell hangs in the air. The sky is clear and blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds. It could be anywhere reasonably temperate

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[chilichoc]

*Mel thinks this is her outdoors room, and by the time she realizes it isn't, the door has gone, melted back into the wall.

She walks along, deeper in; why not, after all?, thinking that this room smells like spring in a way the one she meant to go into smells like fall.

When she sees the bench, and Yagami sitting there, she huffs, quiet and annoyed, and hopes against hope it won't draw his attention to her.*

[curtainwizard]

The water is fast and deep, and almost silent as it rushes onwards; this is no babbling brook. There are glints here and there of fish, moving in the depths, complaining to the water's surface. Clouds of gnats hang here and there, shaded beneath willows, and what the hell is he going to do?

Light doesn't notice Mel at all. She could pull her gun and shoot him and he might not hear the safeties click.

[chilichoc]

*It's one thing to hope, consciously, because you ought, not to be noticed, and another to be ignored so entirely that you may as well not exist, may as well not register on the other person's mental map of his environment. She stops just within conversational distance.*

You of all people, Yagami, should be more aware of your surroundings.

[curtainwizard]

[He doesn't jump - wouldn't. But as he turns, his customary self-satisfaction drops over his face like a mask, covering the blank stare he's been wearing. And it's possible she might have seen it.

Mel.

[Nothing out of place in the greasy insinuation he touches her chosen name with. He might just be glad of the distraction. Something to play with.]

What am I supposed to be so afraid of, today?