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[forget_running]

WHO: A {the_first_a}, Beyond Birthday {forget_running}
WHERE: Refectory
WHEN: ...Breakfast time? XDD 6:30-ish?
SUMMARY: Old friends are reunited! What is in store for this new day? Drama, angst, tearjerking reunions-- "Ashton Z, you will get away from me now." ...Not.
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: Possible spoilers for Another Note.
STATUS: In-Progress

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[the_first_a]

A adjusted her polka-dot umbrella so that it was closed and attached to her wrist. It matched her polka-dot sundress and bow, pleasing her very much. She had decided to finally go out and inspect as that Joshua guy had suggested. She wondered if it was a bit useless to walk around and not really search, bu then again, she wasn't exactly looking for something. She was looking for someone. And being the wonderful and giving person she was, it was only natural that wonderful things were given back to her, which is exactly how she stumbled upon the empty (or so she thought so) refectory. She set her umbrella to the side and hopped up onto the table nearest the door. She sighed, rather loudly, happy to hear the echo.

[forget_running]

Upon hearing somebody sigh, Beyond instinctively glanced around the room in scrutiny until his eyes rested on the table closest to the exit.

Needless to say, he almost ducked over the table in surprise. Figures that, if someone where to show up so early in the morning, it would have to be her. It took a few seconds for Beyond to control himself, resisting the rather powerful urge to conspicuously duck under the table before lowering his head ever-so slightly, hiding his face from her view. It was better to hide in plain sight than to create unnecessary noise by taking cover elsewhere, after all.

[the_first_a]

A traced circles in the table, inventing a small game. Keep the circles the same size, cover the whole area, and see how many circular inches this place consisted of...But that would be as pointless as her polka-dots. So instead she stood up on the table and began to imagine herself as a pirate sailing the seven deadly seas. She stepped forward until the first table ended and jumped onto the next, making her arms into an airplane as she now piloted the skies with her silver wings. She made noises to apply to the setting, so soon enough, "Arrgh!" turned into "Swoosh!"

[forget_running]

Beyond blinked, staring at the fifteen-year-old playing pretend before him. If he thought she had grown out of that phase years ago, when he was still learning trivial things such as calculus back at Wammy's, he was horribly mistaken.

Hesitantly, he reached out of the fork, picking it up a grip a little more fidgety than usual; something that only resulted in said fork slipping out of his fingers and hitting the table with a resounding 'clang'.

...Smashing.