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[restituo.livejournal.com]

[Someone seems to be sitting right in the middle of the hall, looking down at a sketchpad. Oddly, he doesn't seem to be aware of his current location, much less that he's probably blocking the way for some people. Nope, he's pretty distracted right about now...]

I wonder how she does it...

[After a moment, he flips a page. Perhaps someone should tell him to get out of the way.]

[ooc: New Replica from something pretty AU. Info on him can be found on his profile, while info on his universe can be found here. Feel free to pick people up, just be sure to ask first.]

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[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[someone is peering over your shoulderrr.]

... Hm. Your friend an artist?

[restituo.livejournal.com]

What?

[...That's not a voice he's heard before. He looks back at him, pulling the sketchbook close to him.]

Yeah, she is. What about it?

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

Nothin'. She's really good.

[Have a friendly, if not a little nervous, smile.]

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Of course she's good. She's Namine.

[...yeah. Kind of weird logic there, but.]

But who are you supposed to be?

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head.]

Well, I dunno who Naminé is, but... My name is Demyx.

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Demyx, huh? And how'd you get here? I know you weren't here a few minutes ago.

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

More like... you weren't here a few minutes ago.

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Only problem is that I didn't open another one of those... "portals", so I don't see how that's possible.

[swimmingtalent.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, 'portals' don't even exist in my world. I walked through the entrance to the shop I work at, and I was in the hallway here. Look around.

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

[u-um, you might want to move, this guy is coming through with a big laundry basket and hasn't noticed anyone's in the hall--]

[restituo.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, he's too busy looking at the drawings to notice. Collision is inevitable.]

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

[yeah, tripping time, clothing dammit it was clean ;; going everywhere.]

[restituo.livejournal.com]

[AAGH! Yeah, he's knocked over, and the sketchbook goes sliding out of his grip.]

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

[scrambles up, righting the basket and moving to check if the Replica is okay.]

I'm so sorry, I didn't know someone was sitting there!

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Maybe you better watch where you're going next time.

[Hrmph. He pushes some of the clothes away, then scrambles for the sketchbook, making sure it's okay.]

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

[quiets at the attitude, just going about folding the clothing back up and putting it back into the basket.]

[restituo.livejournal.com]

... You look like her.

[Random? But yes. He notices the similarity now.]

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

<small.[Doot doot de doo, passing by with Chinese. Hey, this were her ex-boyfriend's favorite.]

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Namine!

[...she's dressed differently. And carrying strange food!]

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[What why are you screaming. Pauses to look at him, chopsticks in a gloved hand and ready to eat out of the take out box]

[restituo.livejournal.com]

[Well he's getting up, still carrying the sketchbook, and walking up to her.]

Hey, what's with the new outfit?

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Glances down at her coat and shrugs, head tilt at him.]

I've always worn this.

[restituo.livejournal.com]

... No you haven't.

[8| Are you playing with him?]

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

Yes, I have.

[:| So tempted to poke him with her chopsticks. Let her eat in peace.]

[restituo.livejournal.com]

What are you talking about? You've always just worn a white dress.

[Looks...confused. 8|]