pc catchall for namine (whitewalls)

[foodbin]

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[whitewalls]

Oh... thank you.

[ she's pleased by this? ]

It was a good distraction.

[foodbin]

[At the mention of a distraction...]

You don't have to say anything you don't want to, but keep in mind you can tell me whatever you want. We're in this together, right?

[whitewalls]

... right.

The same goes to you too, okay?

[foodbin]

Yeah.

[A pause, and then a concession:]

Sorry. I'm not the best at that.

[whitewalls]

I'm not either.

[ it's said with a laugh. ]

But I'll try for you.

[foodbin]

Me, too.

[...]

The things in my memory the other day. They were... Aliens is the best way to describe them.

[She doesn't quite want to elaborate beyond that, but she does want to give proof that she actually means what she said.]

[whitewalls]

Aliens...

[ she'll nod. it seems like a complicated situation, and she doesn't understand what singing had to do with anything, but she's appreciative that emma told her nonetheless. ]

I hope thing work out.

[foodbin]

[There's a moment of quiet after Naminé says that, but once the moment passes:]

Yeah. I'm sure it will. ...Thanks.

[whitewalls]

[ she can recognize an Important Pause, but she'll just nod her head. ]

No problem. We're in this together.

[foodbin]

Yeah. I'm glad I've got someone like you watching my back.

[whitewalls]

... I think there are other people who don't get along with the people they got bonded with, so I think I got lucky.

[foodbin]

[Well.

Instinctively and with a smile, she reaches out to ruffle her hair, which means this (54:37 to 57:33) is happening. It seems like she realizes right before she touches her that she's making a Mistake, but it's too late to stop herself by then. Oops, indeed.]

[whitewalls]

[ she isn't sure what she expected when it happens again. maybe another song and dance number, or... something.

but it wasn't this. once the memory ends, she just blinks slowly before looking wordlessly over at emma, her expression pained. ]

[foodbin]

[She pulls back, her own expression a mixture of startled and nervous. She could have seen something worse, she know, but—]

Shit, sorry, I... No. Pretend I didn't say that, okay? [don't!! let the child swear!!] Just - I didn't mean for you to see that.

[whitewalls]

No, it's-- [ she can't say it's okay because that memory wasn't okay ] not your fault or anything. It's this place.

[foodbin]

[She should have been more careful, but she doesn't say that. Instead:]

Are you okay?

[whitewalls]

I am.

... I'm just sorry for seeing something that private.

[foodbin]

Hey. If I don't have to be sorry, you don't either, okay?

[whitewalls]

... alright.

You don't have to tell me anything.

[foodbin]

No... No, it's fine. If there's anything you want to know, you can ask, okay? I promise I don't mind.

[It's not something she's used to or something she necessarily likes, but she doesn't want Naminé to feel like there isn't any trust between them.]

[whitewalls]

[ she's quiet for a moment, wondering what to say. ]

I don't think that you're a...

[ the word she is thinking is fuckup but something tells her that is not a word she should say ]

[foodbin]

[It takes her a moment to place what she might have meant, but once she does:]

...Thank you. I'm trying my hardest not to be, at least.

[whitewalls]

I think a lot of us are trying.

... was the town really that bad?

[foodbin]

[She shakes her head.]

It wasn't that it was bad. It was just small, and by the time I grew up there I knew pretty much everyone and everything there. I wanted to get out and see new things. Travel, explore, and all that.

[whitewalls]

[ ... ]

Like being stuck on a small island and wanting to see what's beyond it...