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[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[There are few things that actually make this Namine nervous and shy. But it looks like she's found another one.

She's getting ready for a date.

Really, there's nothing to be nervous about. But for some reason she still cant quite manage to completely calm herself down.

She's just wearing the normal Namine dress, with a light blue bolero cardigan and waiting inside her room.]

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[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[Asjfkd-THAT'S NOT FAIR.]

[accendium.livejournal.com]

[What, he's so unimportant that she can't even trust him?

FINE.]

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[It's not that she doesn't trust him!!! She trusts him with her life!]

[accendium.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, yeah 8|]

So are you telling me what you wished for?

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[:(

Blinks.]

I thought you weren't supposed to tell anyone your wish?

[accendium.livejournal.com]

No then.

[Doesn't press the matter, watching as the last of the shooting stars fade. He didn't even got a chance to wish himself.]

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[Why didn't he?

Just frowns a little.]

...So uh...Did you, want me to, sing? With my guitar?

[accendium.livejournal.com]

[he's in no position to ask. he's just a guy friend. and he thinks wishing would be useless right now anyway.]

Do you still want to?

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[Gives a small smile, nodding.]

Sure.

[She might tell him later. :|]

[accendium.livejournal.com]

Alright. Let's pack this up.

[Stands up, cleaning up the things they used.]

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

Right.

[Helps with that.]

[accendium.livejournal.com]

[Finishes after a while, just stashing them away. He'll come back for them later.]

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[Alright. Back to her room?]

[accendium.livejournal.com]

[Sure. Get on the glider]

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[Yay!

Does so!]

[accendium.livejournal.com]

[She loves riding that thing huh. Down we go~]

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[Definitely.]

[accendium.livejournal.com]

[And here we are. Thank you for riding the glider express, come again.]

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[Awww. It's over already?

Oh well. Leads the way to her room?]

[accendium.livejournal.com]

[Follows!]

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[Gets there!

She just unlocks the door and walks over to the acoustic guitar in the corner.

There isn't much more art in her room yet, but she at least has a sketch book on the desk.]

[accendium.livejournal.com]

[Notices that.]

I miss your art.

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[Blinks.]

Oh. Right, sorry. I guess I should move my paintings from my old room into this one.

[She just doesn't really want to go back there.

...She'll do that tomorrow.]

[accendium.livejournal.com]

[He'll do it. When she's asleep.]

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[She'll be very surprised when she wakes up.

Anyway! She sits down on the bed and gets comfortable.]

Um, you can sit down if you want.