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[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[This Namine's found herself in a room full of crystal figurines placed on rows upon rows of equally delicate glass and metal shelves. Some of the figurines are incredibly detailed, laced with gold filigree and tiny gems. The room itself is incredibly quiet, even her footsteps barely audible as she slowly makes her way down an isle.]

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For a moment I had the terrible urge to throw male!Larxene at this post.

[wheresmynotes.livejournal.com]

[oh hey, small, breakable objects. this may or may not be a bad place for his curiosity to get the better of him. time to inspect!]

.... :D

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't notice him right away, but when she does, she just kind of... freezes up. It's her normal reaction to seeing someone who looks like an Organization member, even if he's just a kid. She hasn't really done much interacting.]

'sup wrong icon

[wheresmynotes.livejournal.com]

[oh. a Namine. well he glances around to make sure none of his buddies are around (even if he doubts it) then waves at her, sporting a friendly grin.]

Demyx y u so cute

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[Hesitantly lifts her hand to wave back a little with a cautious smile.]

Because he's a dorky little kid.

[wheresmynotes.livejournal.com]

What kind of room is this? D'you know?

[pokes at something on a shelf.]

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[Shakes her head.]

I think it's just storage for all these.

[wheresmynotes.livejournal.com]

Weird.

[goes to pick one up.]

D'you think they belong to someone?

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[A noise eventually breaks the quiet. A sound of a door moving, and then a voice-]

Those are amazing...

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[The sudden, unfamiliar voice has her almost dropping the figurine she'd picked up to examine, holding it to her chest in surprise.]

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[Xehanort spots the movement out of the corner of his eye - whoops! He calls across to her.]

Sorry!

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[Calms herself down, putting the figurine back in place gingerly.]

I-It's okay.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[He offers a friendly, apologetic smile as he walks on over.]

Okay. It's something, though, isn't it?

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[Returns it hesitantly.]

It's really amazing.

[sprayofsea.livejournal.com]

[She's not the only one looking around. He's taken to exploring, and this seems as good a room as any.]

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[She pauses when she sees him, and goes even quieter, if that's at all possible.]

[sprayofsea.livejournal.com]

[So much for look-don't-touch, because he's picking up one of the figures with curiosity and inspecting it. Seems he has yet to notice anyone else in the room.]

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[She'd just hide away behind a shelf if they weren't all made of glass. As it is, she's kind of half behind one anyway, watching him.]

[sprayofsea.livejournal.com]

[He sets it down after a bit, looking around more. And spotting her in the process, raising a questioning eyebrow.]

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[Eep, freezes for a moment. She hasn't really talked to anyone since arriving here, and she's from before ever growing a pair a spine.]

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[Today, in things that look oddly out of place: a giant of a man, carefully holding one of the delicate little figures.]

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

[She hasn't seen a Lexaeus in the dressing room yet and it startles her a bit to see him, stopping in place and staring.]

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[To say that he doesn't loom would be an understatement since he often can't help looming, but he tries his best all the same.]

Good day.

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

Hi.

[And she can't help but be very intimidated by that looming, shrinking back slightly.]

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[There's a pause as he gently sets the statue back on its shelf.]

I mean you no harm.

[paintedpastel.livejournal.com]

O-Okay.

[Smiles hesitantly, though it's a little weak.]