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[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

[Namine's sitting on the counter in the kitchen, swinging her legs and eating frozen pink lemonade concentrate straight out of the package with a spoon. there's a splash of grey paint on her cheek that she hasn't bothered to wash off yet, and what looks like a half finished trail of bloody butterflies painted up her arm.]

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[spyied.livejournal.com]

[... someone's just come in with a half-full package of cherry punch. blinks at her, spoon still in his mouth. well.]

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

Hi!

[waves a bit, spoon in hand.]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

... hey.

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

[goes back to nomming the concentrate, eying him curiously. that's an odd outfit.]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[goes towards the freezer.]

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

Why're you wearing that?

[curiosity~.]

[spyied.livejournal.com]

[glances over his shoulder.]

What? ... my suit?

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[bloodonmyscript.livejournal.com]

[oh look, it's Saix. he looks-- well, awful. possibly like he hasn't slept in days. and he's heading straight for the cabinets that hold coffee.]

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

[pauses in eating, then puts the spoon into the package and sets it aside.]

Saix?

[bloodonmyscript.livejournal.com]

Namine?

[glances over at her, blinking a few times. did we forget to mention he's wearing his glasses? oh well, he's pulling them off with one hand now.]

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

Are you okay? I haven't seen you in a while.

[oh, there's a scar on her neck, but ignore that. it's just makeup, right?]

[bloodonmyscript.livejournal.com]

This place hates me. Good to know you're still alive.

[eyes her neck for a second, but figures it's makeup and goes back to searching for coffee. he has his own pot in his room, so he just needs a tin.]

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

Hates you?

-and of course I am! What are you looking for?

[bloodonmyscript.livejournal.com]

It chose to lock me away separately, it seems. I took it as an opportunity to write something.

[which explains the most recent lack of sleep and why he's pulling out a container of coffee grounds and holding it so she can see.]

My door returned when the food ran out.

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

[frowns and kicks the counter with her heel.]

This place can be such an ass sometimes.

[bloodonmyscript.livejournal.com]

Has it done anything to you?

[unlike his Nobody counterparts, this Saix can be and sound concerned.]

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

[Went in for some food. Wasn't really planning on any human contact today, but she's one of the few friendly faces here.]

Hey...

[he yawns as he walks to the fridge. sounds like he just woke up.]

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

[sucks on the spoon, legs swinging.]

Hi!

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

[Chuckles as he opens the fridge.]

You're energetic.

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

It's the frozen juice.

[which is very delicious, very flavourful, and very sour.]

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

...frozen juice?

[curious glance as he shuts the fridge.]

how much sugar d'you think it has?

['cause God knows he needs some.]

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

Uhhhh, probably a bunch. Why?

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

[groans. he's not a morning person--or whatever-time-of-day-it-is person.]

Got any more?

[zombie-arts.livejournal.com]

There are tons in the freezer.

[...nomnom sour.]