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[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[Those in the halls might just find themselves being rushed past, or looked over in a frantic manner. Late the night before, this Kairi (dressed in the Organization Coat as usual) found herself hit with something a little difficult to fend off with weaponry. She's now breathing hard, eyebrows furrowed as she seems to be rushing around to try to find something-- or someone-- without the use of portals.]

[Anyone who doesn't know her, feel free to think she's being weird. Those who do know her, feel free to realize that something's wrong.]

[Or maybe it's finally 'right'?]


[[OOC: Temporary heart get. This will be lasting for an undecided amount of time.]]

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[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

... Kairi?

[...okay. This isn't good. Walking up to her now.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[She throws herself at him as soon as he's close enough, because he can't see her tears if she has her face buried in his shoulder.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[...Is she crying? Well. He's hesitant, but just stands there for a moment, then slooowly hugs. Soft things like this... not a strong point. D8]

What happened?

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

I-I... don't even know. I didn't think this was...

[chokes back a sob, just.. clings to him.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

... You're not acting, are you?

[awk~ward]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[she shakes her head against his shoulder. There's a sob.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

Did it just happen?

[...aw geez. Don't cry.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[too late. ;;]

L-last night.

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

Heh.

[D: Aagh. Way to make the guy feel bad.]

Guess it's a lot to adjust to.

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

I-I don't... know what to do.

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

What do you mean?

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[she clings a little tighter.]

... It hurts. In a way I can't ignore.

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

What hurts the most?

['s fine with him, even if it is weird.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[There are three answers that scream in her mind and heart when he asks that. It makes her whimper slightly, and she chooses one to say.]

... Everything.

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

Guess it's what happens when you're empty for so long.

[maybe not the best thing to ask, but]

Is there anything I can do about it?

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[Don't notice the red ears, don't notice the red ears.] I-I don't know.

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

You sure about that?

[...oh, he's noticed.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

M-mm... [just keeps clinging to him. ;; don't make me say things like that. you bastard.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[...well he's not moving from his current position.]

Are you...blushing?

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[turns her head to try to hide it.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[...he'll take that as a yes. Aw geez, nooot sure what to say.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[not saying anything just because she... fff doesn't know what she'd end up saying if she tried.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

I can leave if you're uncomfortable.

[...because this is really quite awkward and he's a bit perplexed]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

No!-- I mean...

[pulls away from him and turns around.]

Y-you can go if... you want to.

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

I don't have to.

[shakes his head]

Just saying that I could if that's what you want.