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[oh, look what the cat dragged in. a rather disgruntled looking Repliku in a nice pressed business suit and a name tag on the pocket that reads 'Nisemono'. he smells vaguely of french fry grease and he'd really like to know why McDonalds decided to turn into a (sort of) nice looking hotel.

and then it all comes back to him.]

Whoa wait-- I know this-- I've been here before! And that must mean ...

[cups his hands over his mouth.]

Naminé!

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Nise! [echoes behind him, the only warning he receives before his favorite blonde bowls him over.]

N-Nise!

[he's only able to turn halfway around before the floor becomes his new best friend but that doesn't matter because Naminé isn't confined to text anymore and she's here and she's with him and she-- she--]

You smell like vanilla pudding ...

[he's grinning wide, squirming about so he can wrap his arms tight around her middle, pressing his face against her shoulder. leave it to him to say something completely irrelevant, but he feels how much he's missed her is measurable in the strength of his hug, if not the way his voice cracks.]

[a cheerful giggle is spoken against his neck, all-too-happy to be involved in the tangled mess that is 'them'.]

You smell like-... like fast food. [she can't contain her enthusiastic laughter, gasping for air in between.]

It's the stupid job!

[pulls back so he can look her in the eyes, calming himself down if only so he can reach up and tuck strands of golden blond behind her ear.]

I really didn't like it. Don't like it, I mean. Never know when we're gonna ... heh.

[already he's worried about being thrown right back home, and while the first time was agonizing and depressing, would this time be easier or harder to bare?]

[her fingers lace together and cup over his chest, her chin settling on them.] Don't talk about it, okay? Don't think about it, either.

Yeah ...

[it's said coupled with a sigh, his eyes falling shut and his head thumping back against the floor in relief.]

Okay.

[leaving Nise vulnerable to Naminé's scheming.]

[two hands cup his cheeks, a soft pair of lips nestling against his own.]

[makes some sort of noise of surprise, thankfully muffled by the soft pair of lips he's given. after a moment his eyes are sliding closed again, soft breath exhaled from his nose.]

You're not supposed to be this cute.

[murmurs against her lips, touching her cheek briefly.] It's illegal.

Is it? I didn't get the memo. [she whispers back, touching their foreheads together.]

Yup. I don't have handcuffs, though. I'm bad at this job.

[sits up slowly so he doesn't wind up smashing into her, hands settling on her shoulders to keep her steady.]

It's good to see you again ...

It's great to see you. [she fits easily on his lap, adoration swimming in her eyes.]

I'd ask you how you've been, but ...

[they were only just talking this morning before he left off to work. it feels like it's been forever.]

Fantastic, as of now. [she christens the comment with a genuine smile.]

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