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[She's running. Running fast, they're almost here. They're so close, she can feel it. She's done so well, she can't give up now! She can't, everything she's gone through would have been in vain. Those last few months of running, of trying her best to be strong, and now they're on her tail, reaching for her, trying to drag her back.]

[She has to move. She has to run. She has to get away, just a little further and she could regroup with the others.]

[A door. An old building, maybe there's a back door, maybe they'll get distracted searching it out. She dives for the door, sketchbook under her arm, and shoves through it.]

[She stumbles through, and the door slams against the hallway's wall and rebounds back to slam shut behind her. She hits the floor, wincing as her sketchbook flies a few feet ahead. She scrambles to grab it, and stops with her hand on it, because she's just figuring out she's not back home anymore. Very slowly, she scans the room, looking over the couches. She sees the hallway to her left.]

[Namine gasps, and straightens. And then she's going back to the door she came through, to open it and find the closet there instead of her world. She's hit with a number of different emotions, and she turns suddenly to look around.]

... I'm back?

[[OOC: Sorry guys, I'm due to post a couple more times as I slide back into the DR. c:]]

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[Is that...?

No way.]

Naminé?!

[Kay, yeah. He's rushing over to her starting... now!]

[It's been months since she's heard his voice in anything but her dreams, so she freezes up when he calls out her name. And then, she turns to look, and it's really him.]

[Excuse her as she goes to meet you part-way, and she'll be throwing her arms around your neck, Rep.]

[At first, he's perfectly still. He's not sure how long it's been since she left. He spent ages looking, but it feels like he's been sleeping for a long time.

... Eventually, though, he wraps his arms tightly around her waist.]

[She's clinging rather tightly, sorry. She hasn't seen him in months, and she's just amazed that he's here. She doesn't know how much time has passed here since she went back home, but for her, it's been too long.]

[That's fine; he really doesn't mind. He's missed her just as badly, and to him, any period of time without her around is too much.

He just doesn't know enough to really take care of himself.]

[It takes her a while to even talk, but when she does, it's obvious where her priorities lie.]

Are you alright..?

[She's still holding onto him, by the way.]

I looked for you.

[He hasn't budged an inch, either.]

I looked, but no matter where I went, I couldn't find you.

... I got sent back home.

[She tightens her hold, squeezing him for a moment.]

I'm so sorry... I never meant for this to happen.

It's not your fault...

[He frowns.]

I just missed you, that's all.

... I missed you, too. I missed you so much.

[She'd admit to being scared without him, if he ever asks.]

Did anything happen? You weren't hurt, right?

[Well, his protective side's already kicking in!]

[She shakes her head gently.]

I kept as safe as possible... The only close call I had, I was running from when I came through that door there.

Good. And don't worry, Naminé; nobody's gonna hurt you here.

[He gives her a serious look.]

[She looks up at him for a moment, seeming almost surprised. But then a wide smile breaks out across her face, one that she just can't stop.]

Thank you, Riku...

You don't need to thank me. C'mon, you know I'd protect you no matter what.

[Here, Nam'. Have a Replica!smirk.]

I know... But I still need to thank you somehow.

[eatoijeatoe heart doesn't flutter, what are you talking about?]

Well, don't worry about it.

[A beat.]

You know we've been standing in the hall for a while.

[She glances around, pulling away from him just slightly.]

We have... Is there somewhere we should go?

Beats me. There anywhere you want to go?

... To tell the truth, I don't care where we go. I just want to spend time with you.

[Because months apart =/= a good vacation.]

Well, we could always go to your favorite room.

[He smiles. Anything to make her happy!]

Well, where is it from here..?

[Lost? Only a little.]

... Beats me.

[A beat.]

This place is so huge, it could be anywhere.

Well, then why don't we find a new place?

But where would we start?

Does it matter?

[She takes his hand and gives it a light squeeze.]

... Nah. You're right.

[Hand squeeze! ♥ He'll give hers a squeeze, too, and start heading... to the left!]

[And she is so okay with wandering with you, rep.]

[Well, right now he's just trying to figure out if there's anywhere pretty to visit. Yanno, since Naminé is pretty.]

[She twines their fingers together, and may or may not be sort of hanging on his arm as they walk. ohgod she missed you.]

[Aww, that just makes him happy. As they walk, he'll open random doors, trying to find the perfect spot. It has to be somewhere...]

[Eventually, Namine stops them when he opens a door to a garden.]

Oh-- here!

[...A garden! Flowers, plants... yup, it fits her.]

Good thinking, Naminé.

Come on.

[She leads him inside, looking around with a smile. It's so pretty. She hasn't gotten to rest and appreciate the beauty of anything in a while.]

[It's definitely peaceful. As they enter the garden, he's keeping his eyes peeled for any flowers that she might like. c:]

[She likes all of them. Eventually she breaks from him, and runs ahead, dropping her sketchbook to the side as she kneels down over some yellow daisies.]

[And, like the derpy clone he is, he'll follow her to look at said daisies.]

It's been a long time since I've gotten to do this.

[And she's pretty happy with getting to now.]

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...finally the muse cooperates 8|

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