Characters: Naminé (
lethechained)
Setting: Floor 1, the cafeteria
Format: Starting this way, will match.
Summary: Naminé's been spending most of the event trying to fight the experiment effects, but it looks like it's a battle she's losing. (Attempting to fight transition to Stage 3.)
Warnings: Angst, hopelessness, lethargy. She's still got enough of a handle on
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The older woman listened with interest, her body turned slightly towards Naminé and one arm resting on the table in front of her plate. She didn't expect such a brief answer. In fact, she was quiet for a few seconds afterwards, expecting an addendum or two. But when none came, she gave a small smile. "Really? Was your sketchbook in your trunk?" She didn't want to make Naminé feel self-conscious about her interests (or potential lack of them), so she latched onto the one thread she was given. For some reason, it didn't really surprise her that Naminé would have a hobby like that. Introverts (Naminé certainly seemed to be one) lent themselves well to artistic pursuits.
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"Yes. They... gave me a lot to work with." A distraction, perhaps, or maybe it was just that those items made up the bulk of her worldly possessions, if anything really could be counted as belonging to her. "There was more than one, and a lot of paper, and crayons, and pencils, and other things."
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She poked at her food, making steady work of it during the pauses where it was polite. Most of her attention was devoted to her companion, though. "That's really nice," Aqua began. Not to refer to any aspect of the Tower -- even its selection of sentimental objects from home for each of its residents -- as "nice", but it was good that Naminé had options. "I'm not very good at drawing, but I can make things." She had a soft spot for crafts, if the Wayfinders were any indication.
"Could I see some of your pictures some time?"
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Naminé's attention to her food was also limited, but enough for her to slowly clear more space on her plate. The mention of the selection of options being "nice" made her nod in response. She did not make any mention of the fact that she had thought as much, regarding Aqua and making things. "That sounds like fun." At least, since drawing was "fun", in her understanding, surely making other things could also be that way.
The blonde girl blinked, looking briefly surprised at the question, but wasn't about to say no. "--Sure. If you want to."
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"It is fun," she eventually added, in regard to her craftsmanship. "Maybe I could teach you how to make a good-luck charm," offered the woman after a moment, giving Naminé a politely enthusiastic look. "If you don't already know."
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It was quite fortunate for Naminé that she wasn't attempting to swallow when Aqua mentioned teaching her to make a good luck charm and, more jarringly, if she didn't already know, because otherwise, the blonde girl would probably have choked. Instead, she just stilled, then turned to look at Aqua again a little more slowly than necessary. Kairi... was the one who made good luck charms. Naminé had only ever made false ones, horrible, manipulative shams for the purpose of tricking people into thinking she meant something to them. For an instant, she could almost have believed that Aqua knew, somehow, that someone had told her-- but that look, polite though it was, was still ( ... )
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Goodness gracious, it was only a pause.
...and a weird expression. And stumbling over words-- okay, okay. Think about it later if it's that important. Conversation was now. Aqua's enthusiasm became something a little more subdued and sympathetic. "You don't have to, if you're worried about it. But I think it would be nice -- something to hold onto when hope seems far away." She certainly had never expected her Wayfinder to turn into what it did. It seemed to her like Naminé could use something that would remind her to hope.
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That wasn't something she really wanted to think about. "I'm in Room 1-07," she went on, "If you ever need to find me. I'm in the libraries a lot, too." She almost instantly regretted telling Naminé her room number, as she was hit with a flood of possibilities ranging from an attack in her sleep to an ambush by an eavesdropper. She'd just have to put some enchantments around her bed. She wouldn't have anything to worry about if Naminé was truly harmless.
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