the truth has come out that everyone's needy

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[she's making food in the kitchen. ...quite a bit of it, actually. she herself isn't very hungry, but there's little else to do to distract her from the fact that she's upset. her sister's birthday was a week ago, and she didn't even realize it. but now she's been thinking about it and her and home, so she's just a little sad.]

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[arealscumbag.livejournal.com]

[--And then, into the kitchen, comes a shirtless HUGE man lugging around the scent of excessive alcohol, excessive ciggs, and somehow the scent of seawater (he must've been in some weird ocean-like room before) dripping water everywhere as he stumbles in, looking semi-drunk as always, smoking a cigarette.

And he's looking for more booze]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[wrinkles her nose, because it's like walking down a sidestreet in the poor side of town back home, plus seawater. she looks at him, frowning when she sees the mess of water he's leaving behind.]

It probably would've been better to dry off before wandering around, you know.

[arealscumbag.livejournal.com]

Would'a been too much effort.

[And now we start rummaging through cabinets... after a nice burp]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[classy. she'll just return to making that chocolate icing, then, rolling her eyes a little.]

Yes, it's incredibly difficult to stop at one of the bathrooms along the way and grab a towel.

[aneidolon.livejournal.com]

[ he certainly knows, and is drawn to that feeling of homesickness. don't mind a chair off by the table scooting back by itself, Kairi. ]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[pauses in the middle of cutting something, looking over at the chair.]

...hello?

[aneidolon.livejournal.com]

[ the chair stops abruptly -- it's definitely several inches away from where it was a minute ago. ]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

...weird.

[frowns in confusion, going back to the cutting board.]

[aneidolon.livejournal.com]

[ scoot, scoot -- the table creaks, like something's climbing on top of it. ]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[whirls around, knife raised.]

Is someone there?

[aneidolon.livejournal.com]

[ ... that fruit bowl on the table? it's sliding across the table by itself. ]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

H-Holy--

[inches over to the table to at least keep the fruit bowl from falling off or something.]

...a ghost?

[aneidolon.livejournal.com]

[ the area around the table's cold, ice cold, and it smacks into one abruptly as if they were walking into a wall. the bowl's stopped moving, but he's definitely still there. ]

*reused a sentence, oops*

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[oh holy hell that's freezing. backs away so she's not directly in that, because she's definitely not dressed for it.]

...okay um. Can you talk?

[aneidolon.livejournal.com]

[ not unless he's right by her side -- sorry Kairi, it's going to be freezing now as he moves closer. ]

Hi.

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

Hey.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[looks over to him with a faint smile, wiping her hands off on a hand towel.]

Hey.

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

You okay?

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

Y-Yeah, just remembered something earlier.

[glances down, sighing quietly.]

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

What is it?

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

My sister's birthday was last week.

[runs a hand through her hair.]

I-It's not like I'm really going to miss it, if I'm going to go home at the same moment I left, but I forgot entirely!

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

So... what are you going to do about it? Bake a cake or something?

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

No, I'm just.

[turns back to the counter, looking over the half finished something she'd been making.]

I'm just upset about the fact that I forgot my only sister's birthday and didn't remember for like a week.

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

Well, uh... I'm sorry you forgot.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[looks back over her shoulder with a bigger smile than before.]

Thanks. Want to stick around? I'm uh... not entirely sure what I'm making at the moment, but I know it's going to be good.