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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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[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

No m'not. [not looking at you.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you are.

[leans forward, looking right at her]

C'mon, what's the big deal?

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[just starts walking away, she is so bright red.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

...

[walking up to her, totes following, ufu]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[picks up the pace.

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[does the same! In fact, even more so, so he can catch up with her.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[eaotjaeojtoiea Nooooooooo ;A;]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

Why are you in such a big rush?

[he's sooo amused. Seeing her like this is weird.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

It's nothing!

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

You're still blushing.

[sneeeeerk.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

Sh-shut up!

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

C'mon. It's not like you like me or anything, right?

[...totally just teasing. Honest.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[Stops. Turns. Glaring at you, face is so fucking reeeed.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

I wasn't being serious, you know.

[...why so angry?]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[There's a flash of what might be pain over her face, but she's still grabbing him by the front of the shirt and kissing him.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[... ... ...

... ... ...

Well.

That wasn't something he had anticipated at all. He's pretty much frozen here and getting quite a bit red himself.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[Well you're gonna have to give her a moment here, because her mind went blank right about when she grabbed you and it hasn't come back yet.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[oh, so's his. After all, this is someone who about three weeks ago totally hated him.

... ... ...

Definitely an awkward moment.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[Aaaand she's realizing what she's doing. A-and starting to pull away. almost hesitantly.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[Well, here's a surprise. He's pulling her back.

... Yeah, he has no idea what he's doing.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[Something just stopped working for a moment. Then it started flipping out, fff not good for her new heart to be pulling stunts like that, but jesus. She's keen on staying here, until it really hits her what's happening a few moments in.]

[That's when she shoves away from him, covers her rapidly reddening face, and turns to try to run away.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

...

[Yeah, uh. He just stands there for a moment, totes facing the other direction because, really, what.

... And now he'll go after her again.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[By that time, she's probably torn off down a hallway or two and is dodging into a random room to sit behind a couch. She's panting. Stresssssssful.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[well... following whatever direction she went, looking, looking. >|]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[She curls up eventually, making a little sound. Was it perfectly timed?]