[So aside from a few fleeting times she's run into somebody in town or popped up on the 'Gear's network to sass someone, Heather's been a little scarce lately-- ever since the aftermath of her drinking escapades with a certain clone and dweebish scientist. Where's she been? Not far, just... not really around anybody. Why? Well, she sure hasn't been
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... Heather?
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[Her expression brightened immediately-- but was that for real?]
Rise! Hey!
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Hey. You looked pretty lost in thought for a moment there.
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Heh, yeah, I guess I was.
[She scooted her bag and boots aside to make a little more room.]
Whatcha doin' way out here?
[That would be a better question to ask of YOU, Heather.]
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Heather? [Back to wearing the white kimono and red hakama, Otacon walked over and sat down next to her.]
What's wrong? Did Liquid say something?
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[She looked up and offered a smile, not terribly surprised to see him, though she wouldn't have blamed him for keeping away for a bit on account of how she and Liquid had basically gotten him sucked into their drunken shenanigans.]
Wh-- hell, no. Liquid's his aggravating self but we're cool. Why?
[Why yes she is ignoring the fact that her brooding is kind of blatantly obvious to anyone who gets close enough to figure out she's not out here fishing or something.]
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... Heh. Well, it's nothing I can't handle. [She drew one leg back up onto the dock and leaned her chin on her knee, smiling wanly.] Some personal stuff just came up. Not gonna lie, I'm kinda messed-up right now, but it'll be okay.
I always get through it.
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Uh, hey. Bridget, right? I'm good. You?
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Hey.
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[At the sound of footsteps on the wooden boards, Heather looked up warily. Their source was unfamiliar-- a kid she hadn't talked with before that she could remember. She sits up straighter, eyes narrowing slightly as she returns the greeting, albeit a tad cautiously.]
Hey.
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[Jun thinks for a minute, then decides that it's a girl. Short hair and fairly flat chest, but still. Has to be a girl. He sits down next to her, adjusting his glasses]
You seem happy. Not. S'up?
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[He sat down next to Heather, and, for once, was silent for a few moments. Though Liquid often appeared to be deficient in social skills, he'd had that blank look enough to know that it meant Problems.]
...your roots are showing.
[And that was probably the most brilliant conversation starter ever, right?]
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... Really? [She reached up and gave her hair a tug.] Guess I haven't looked at my reflection much lately.
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[He picked a lock of her hair and looked at it.]
You've damaged it pretty well from all the dyeing.
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Being stuck in this place hasn't exactly helped. Split-end central.
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