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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.]

[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.]

[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]

Sure.

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

[esthimir.livejournal.com]

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

[preflame]

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

[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]

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

...You okay?

[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.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[tries with limited success to pull Bawk away, but it refuses to budge.]

Ah -- I'm sorry, Miss Pretty Lady! Bawk's usually a lot more polite than this.

[preflame]

[Peeks out until he's gone, then stands up all the way and nods. Slowly walking back around to sit next to her.]

Those pink haired guys 're mean.

[esthimir.livejournal.com]

[Frowns.]

Did one of them hurt you?

[esthimir.livejournal.com]

[Shakes her head.]

It's okay. I don't mind his company.

[preflame]

[Shakes his head.]

He gave my Namine bad candy and tried to take her away.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Okay! Y'hear that, Bawk? You gotta be really good, okay?

[Bawk fluffs out, attempting to look as innocent and cute as possible -- it wasn't thinking of giving the sketchbook a taste test, honest!]

[esthimir.livejournal.com]

[It had better not, or she'll be sad. She keeps it a fair distance away from Bawk anyway, still drawing him.]

[esthimir.livejournal.com]

[Frowns more.]

...I'm sorry. Most of them are like that, too.

[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.]

[preflame]

It's okay. That's why I lit his hair on fire.

[Grins pretty widely at that.]