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[esthimir.livejournal.com]

[It's been a while since Namine's had the time to just relax and draw. She's been busy training, exploring, and who knows what else. But she's finally settled on a nice comfy couch in one of the main rooms, sketchbook open and drawing a few people as they pass by.]

Comments

[fauxpromise.livejournal.com]

[hopefully she won't mind an audience. He likes it when she draws.]

[esthimir.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't mind. She got that enough at home, so it's no surprise here.]

[fauxpromise.livejournal.com]

[In that case he'll just continue to watch quietly. No need to interrupt her or anything.]

[preflame]

[And now you have a kid peeking over your shoulder from behind the couch.]

Whatcha drawin'?

[esthimir.livejournal.com]

[He sort of snuck up on her, but she's not too startled.]

People.

[preflame]

Can I watch?

[Climbs up and over the back of the couch, sitting next to her to take a closer look.]

[esthimir.livejournal.com]

Sure.

[Gives him a smile, then goes back to her drawing.]

[preflame]

[Watches quietly, oh is that a Marluxia walking by? brb hiding behind the couch.]

[esthimir.livejournal.com]

[Tenses at that sight, but she's more worried about the hiding Roxas.]

...You okay?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[Sora's wandering by, his attention fixed on a chocobo about half his size a few feet ahead of him, warking and flapping its wings eagerly.]

What is it, Bawk?

[esthimir.livejournal.com]

[Well then, she'll be drawing that chocobo with a look of curiosity.]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[Bawk unfortunately doesn't realize it's no longer a baby, and not something Master or another human could carry in his or her arms -- that doesn't stop it from hopping up on the couch and attempting to scooch closer to Namine, just as curious.]

[esthimir.livejournal.com]

[She smiles, shifting to try and get a better view of it to draw.]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Bawk! You're not 'sposed to just start bugging people! You have to say hello first!

[Bawk pauses, then warks loudly at Namine.]

[esthimir.livejournal.com]

[Keeps smiling, pausing in her drawing.]

Hello.

[fallenoffroad.livejournal.com]

[Looks like someone's got his regular hood back and is just walking by.]

[esthimir.livejournal.com]

[Well there are lots of people in coats in here, but usually their hoods aren't up. Still, she'll just quietly draw him.]

[fallenoffroad.livejournal.com]

[He pauses for a moment when he sees her, and she might catch a bit of dark coloured skin under the hood. Considering the only people around here that have that colour skin are built quite differently...]

[esthimir.livejournal.com]

[She recognizes that, not to mention he probably reeks of darkness for those who can smell it.]

...Hello, Riku.

[fallenoffroad.livejournal.com]

[He considers just continuing on, but it's... nice being able to talk to someone. Or at least have someone talk at him, so he wanders over.]

[rosewishes.livejournal.com]

[walks by with a vase of daises, with a small smile. --and he catches her, hesitantly going over.]

... hey?

[esthimir.livejournal.com]

[She greets him with a warm smile.]

Hey.

[rosewishes.livejournal.com]

You're... the Namine I made a puzzle with, right?

[he's a bit red, shifting awkwardly.]

[esthimir.livejournal.com]

[Nods, still smiling.]

Have you done any more puzzles since?

[rosewishes.livejournal.com]

I've started on a few, but...

[small shrug, and then tips the vase so she can pick a daisy.]

I don't know if you like flowers ...