Room 206, Saturday Evening

[palestshadow]

Naminé was stretched out on the unused bed, working diligently on an abstract. She'd never tried to do an abstract before, but the shapes were just sort of suggesting themselves and she made it a point not to argue with art. Because that way only led madness.

Her door was wide open.

(Expecting a sib, but also open!)

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[dojima_hime]

"Naminé-sama!" A pair of big, wibbly, pleading eyes peeked into the room, followed by an evil grin. "Knock-knock! Can I come in?"

[palestshadow]

"Dōjima!" Naminé beamed, sitting up and waving. "Do come in, please! How have you been?"

[dojima_hime]

"Good!" Dōjima practically bounced into the room, carefully holding something in a cute little bag. "I didn't suddenly become someone else, I got to pick a lock, and apparently I got lucky and didn't even know it!" She swung the bag, grinning. "I became a mommy for my Art of Cool class. The poor, poor, abused baby. It doesn't have a prayer."

[palestshadow]

"You're in that class?" Naminé laughed. "I hope those are egg-babies and not very tiny infants. I did become someone else and I ... did rather unpleasant things, but those aren't my fault. At least that's what I keep telling myself, as otherwise I'll go mad."