~Eight ♥ Hearts~

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[Naminé seems... aggravated, actually. She's pouting, sitting in a wooden chair someone previously brought and just left behind. Her hair looks like she stuck her finger in an electrical socket and then fixed it as well as she could, but it's still a little mussed and static-riddled.

She's scribbling something in her sketchbook rather intensely. Oh, and there's a blue foam bat leaning against her chair.]

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[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ Did she play Struggle and lose or something? ]

... Naminé?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[Close enough. >|!

She looks up when she hears Roxas, a little startled (she was pretty focused on drawing, after all), but her expression softens a bit and she nods.]

Hi, Roxas. [Back to doodling~] How are you?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Um. I'm doing okay. How are you...?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

I'm okay. [She sighs.

... And a moment later, with another (rather indignant pout) on her face, she holds up her sketch pad: Hayner, with a devious look on his face, hitting Olette and Naminé with the Struggle bat. That meanie! ):]

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ ...?! HAYNER WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT ]

Is that what happened?

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[It looks like she got to close to a Leo Saint.] Did something happen?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't look up from drawing.]

Mhm. One of my friends thought it would be funny to hit my other friend, Olette, and me with that thing. [She points to the bat.]

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[Picks up the bat out of curiosity] Why would they do that?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head.] I don't know. He doesn't think sometimes. I guess I can't be too mad, but still...

[lamb_of_gold]

[Oh dear] Are you alright?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She nods a few times, still doodling, still aggravated....]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu tugs off his hair tie and offers it to her]

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She looks up at him, then the hair tie... smiles, grateful, and takes it.]

Thank you, Mu. [She begins arguing with getting her hair into a proper ponytail.]

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Princess? Are you okay?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

Hm? [She looks up at Tamaki, blushing once again at being called a princess. She nods, still pouting.]

Oh, no, I'm fine. I'm a little mad at a friend, but it's nothing bad.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

I see. That's never fun.

It may seem bad now, but sometimes fighting can be a good thing, too. Arguments allow us to bond on another level and strengthen the bonds that all ready exist after we make amends. Maybe this will be a blessing in disguise.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

Bond on another level...? [She considers this for a moment, then slowly nods.] I never thought of it like that at all, Tamaki, but you're right. [She smiles a bit.] And while being hit with this thing [she points to the Struggle bat beside her] may not seem to be a blessing right now, you do have a point...

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[politely]

Princess? If I may interrupt, what are you sketching?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She looks up and nods.] Of course.

[She turns it around for him to see: a blond boy in camouflage pants and a gray vest bopping little Naminé on the head with a blue bat (coincidentally, identical to the one sitting beside her!). She's not looking straight at Kyouya, but rather off to the side, and she has a cute little angry!pout on her face.]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[it reminds him of Kaoru's description of Roxas] Your skill in drawing is excellent. That's an interesting choice of subject matter.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She nods, still not smiling, which is unusual for her of course.]

It just happened to me. I thought maybe drawing it would help me not be so upset...

[lostandfinder]

[He sees the bat first and then notices her expression and he's suddenly not sure coming close is a good idea, but.. he does it anyway.]

Everything okay?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[A voice she doesn't recognize! She looks up. She tries for a smile, but it's weak, and fades pretty quickly. She nods, but doesn't say much of anything. Just looks... sad. Hurt.]

[lostandfinder]

[He takes a few steps closer. He's not worried about the bat anymore, but that wasn't very reassuring.]

What're you drawing?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

Oh, um... [She makes a few more scribble marks, brushes off her work, and turns it around for him to see as she looks off to the side, still frowning.] Nothing terribly important.

[Have a picture of a spiky-haired blond boy in camo pants and a gray vest, bopping poor little Naminé over the head with said blue foam bat.]