Who: Himawari and Watanuki What: A reunion involving sickness! Where: in a galaxy far far away. Kinda. When: a few days after this log Rating: F for Fluffy Open: Sorries, that's a negative.
Of all the places that a door could take him, Watanuki never expected to end up in the Dreamworld. Or, at least, something close to the Dreamworld -- something felt off
( ... )
There was a moment where she thought she had been hearing things entirely. It couldn't possibly be that in this black void of nothing that of all people, he would be here as well. But then, taking a chance on the whole seeing is believing thing, she slowly turned and found herself face to face with Watanuki-kun. The ambivalence running through her made her heart pound faster, leaving her torn between dashing for the nearest door and dashing to see if he was alright
( ... )
Watanuki took a few steps forward, but stopped short. Himawari... she wasn't going closer to him. He looked at her closely instead, worried for his friend. The black smoke was still there, though it wasn't as thick or sticky, for the lack of a better word, as it had been the last time they had seen each other.
It's been ages since the Masquerade.
Underneath the black wisps, Himawari looked pale, as if she hadn't slept properly in a while. Maybe she had gotten sick with everyone else, too.
Watanuki clenched his fist, angry that he hadn't been able to help his friend. It was frustrating, and while he knew that it was Himawari's decision to distance herself... that didn't mean he wasn't worried.
"Himawari-chan..." He took a breath and smiled at his friend. It had been a while and yes, he was worried, but he didn't want to spoil this rare meeting with anger. "How are you?"
He had yet to notice that, despite his proximity, the black smoke wasn't reaching out to him and giving him a headache.
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Watanuki took a few steps forward, but stopped short. Himawari... she wasn't going closer to him. He looked at her closely instead, worried for his friend. The black smoke was still there, though it wasn't as thick or sticky, for the lack of a better word, as it had been the last time they had seen each other.
It's been ages since the Masquerade.
Underneath the black wisps, Himawari looked pale, as if she hadn't slept properly in a while. Maybe she had gotten sick with everyone else, too.
Watanuki clenched his fist, angry that he hadn't been able to help his friend. It was frustrating, and while he knew that it was Himawari's decision to distance herself... that didn't mean he wasn't worried.
"Himawari-chan..." He took a breath and smiled at his friend. It had been a while and yes, he was worried, but he didn't want to spoil this rare meeting with anger. "How are you?"
He had yet to notice that, despite his proximity, the black smoke wasn't reaching out to him and giving him a headache.
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