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[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[A new Naminé has entered the dressing room. Unfortunately, she has yet to notice; mainly because she seems to have brought her room with her. It's completely white and sparsely furnished, but it even has the little caged doll hanging from the ceiling. She's seated quietly at the table, putting the finishing touches on a picture of Castle Oblivion.]

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[to-break.livejournal.com]

Why, Naminé.

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[She sucks in a quiet breath, looking up from her sketchbook hesitantly.]

[to-break.livejournal.com]

Is that a way to say hello?

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[...Her hands curl slightly in her lap, eyes dropping to them.]

H-Hello.

[to-break.livejournal.com]

[ gently ]

I don't think I could hear you, Naminé. Would you mind saying that again?

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[Raises her gaze again, swallowing.]

Hello.

[thorned-schism.livejournal.com]

My, such memories.

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[Wait, hold on.]

M-Marluxia?

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

[quiet footsteps bring this one over to look at her work.]

What're you drawin'?

[thorned-schism.livejournal.com]

「 mm, another one who isn't hers - in name at least 」

Indeed.

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[--That would be the pastel she was using snapping in half before she looks down at Kairi in shock.]

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

But... you're...

[So much confusion.]

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

[and she jumps a bit because of it, eyes wider.]

'M sorry! I didn't mean to scare you.

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

How...

[Is there a tiny version of Sora's friend in the Castle?]

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[this is just confusing her.]

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

What are you doing here?

[She's just trying to figure out if this is some sort of trick.]

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

I thought it looked pretty. Was I not s'posed to come in?

[thorned-schism.livejournal.com]

「 arches an eyebrow, but that smile unfolding on her lips suggests she is anything but perplexed 」

Does it matter, Naminé?

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[Stops right before she speaks and slowly pushes her chair back, standing. How did a child just wander in unnoticed? She makes her way to the door, peeking out hesitantly.]

What...

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

I- no, it doesn't.

[Because either way, it's Marluxia.]

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

[Kairi follows her, looking curious amidst the confusion.]

What's wrong?

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

Where...

[Staring out into the hallway.]

Where am I?

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

Oh! You're new!

[that explains everything, and she gently reaches out to gently take either her arm or the end of her skirt. whichever she ends up reaching.]

This is the dressing room.

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[Her arm, please. The skirt's a bit short.]

The dressing room...?

[thorned-schism.livejournal.com]

Good.

「 there might have been a tacit "girl" in the air too, though it's soon accompanied by the sound of heeled boots as Marluxia walks over to where Naminé is sitting. 」

Now. What could have possibly brought you here?