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[Namine's sitting in a beanbag chair, listening to some soft music coming from the headphones around her neck.

The strange part, is there's a Tiger cub curled up in her lap, purring as she pets it.

Looks like someone has a new pet.]

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[Passes by-- tiger what.]

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[Don't worry. He's a friendly tiger! =D

Namine smiles up at him.]

Hey.

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Whaaaat's with the tiger.

[._.]

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He just started following me around, so I fed him, gave him some milk, and now he wont leave me alone.

[Not that she minds. Scratches behind the tiger cubs ears and it purrs even louder.]

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Is he safe?

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I'm pretty sure. So far, he's just acted like a normal cat.

[Only he eats a lot more.]

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Oh.

[awkward. he can't think of naything to say right now. also he moved rooms.]

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[Yes, she knows. She went looking for him earlier, only to find that his room was no longer his room.]

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[....]

...sorry.

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Hm?

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For not saying anything.

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Oh. You mean about moving your room?

[Gonna pretend she's not upset about that.]

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Mhm.

[Duh. NO ONE CARES ABOUT HIM.]

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Well I'm guessing you had a reason for it.

[Of course she cares about him! She's just a little hurt. That's all.

Also, she's hoping that he didn't move his room because of her...]

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Yeah.

[Well uh. >>]

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[Right. She guessed as much. :(

She nods and pets the tiger again, who seems to have finally noticed Roxas and is watching him curiously.]

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So how've you been?

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Not bad. You?

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[Sighs, sits down on the floor. Actually, he's. having worse nightmares.]

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[Watches him, worried.]

I guessing that's a 'not good'?

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Mhm.

[Looks tired, actually.]

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[She can see that, and worries some more.]

What's wrong?

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Just. Can't sleep.

Gotta go make dinner. Be back later.

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[Frowns a bit at that.]

Chamomile tea might help a bit?

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I think I'm immune.