pc catchall for namine (whitewalls)

[foodbin]

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[foodbin]

[She nods.]

Yeah, it was. I think my parents expected me to come back within a few months, but then a year had passed, and then a few years... You get the idea.

[whitewalls]

... mm.

When you went back... how long were you there before...?

[ the aliens showed up. ]

[foodbin]

[She pauses, doing the math in her head.]

I think... Almost a year. Right around that, at least.

[whitewalls]

[ so a year before the aliens came. ]

... mm.

Who was the guy?

[foodbin]

The one I was talking to? His name was Paul.

[whitewalls]

Was he a friend of yours?

[ it didn't seem like they knew each other for too long. ]

[foodbin]

Yeah, he was. We'd only known each other for a few days, but... It felt like it was longer, after everything that happened.

[Bonds forged through fire, and so on.]

[whitewalls]

Were you with him before you got brought here...?

[foodbin]

No, I wasn't. [There's a moment during which she debates leaving it at that, but she doesn't want to seem closed off.] We were separated, and, um...

[There isn't really an easy way to say this, even after a few seconds of hesitation.]

He didn't make it off the island.

[whitewalls]

... oh.

[ if it wasn't for the memory thing, she'd reach over to touch her. ]

You don't have to tell me anything else.

[foodbin]

I don't mind.

[The questions, at least. She waves a hand, though.]

Hey, let's talk about something happier, yeah?

[whitewalls]

Sure.

[ she folds her arms over her chest, thinking. ]

Anything you'd like.

[foodbin]

...Let's get to know each other a little better, huh? We can do some icebreakers.

[She thinks for a moment.]

What do you like to do in your spare time?

[whitewalls]

[ every time naminé has to awkwardly dodge around the fact that she has no hobbies, she dies a little bit more inside

but it's fine ]

... I guess recently it's learning how to cook.

[foodbin]

Yeah? What kind of recipes have you been picking up?

[whitewalls]

Mostly simple ones... a lot of simple baking.

[ which she has seen. ]

I learned to make soup!

[foodbin]

Hey, I wouldn't knock that. A lot of people much older than you still can't make something that seems as easy as cookies, and those were pretty great, if I do say so myself.

[whitewalls]

I want to try a cake next...

[foodbin]

Yeah? What kind? Maybe I could give you a hand.

[whitewalls]

[ god i hate you so fucking much i hope you know that ]

I don't really have a favorite... do you?

[foodbin]

[blows a kiss]

You can't really go wrong with red velvet.

[whitewalls]

I've never had that...

Okay! Red velvet cake it is.

[foodbin]

I think you'll like it. You like chocolate, right?

[whitewalls]

Mmhm.

Is it your favorite kind?

[foodbin]

That's a tough one. You can't go wrong with tiramisu, either.