~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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[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.]

[lostandfinder]

[He winces]

Somebody hit you with a bat?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[Blink! She looks up and takes note of his expression.]

Oh! It's not as bad as it sounds! It's not a real bat! [She picks it up and hits it against her open palm, and it makes a soft, foamy "fhump!" noise.]

Still, it... hurts, when you don't know it's coming. And I don't even know why he hit me. [ ): ]

[lostandfinder]

It still sounds like it would hurt. Why did he have it in the first place?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

It's called a Struggle bat. There's a competition in my world called the Struggle, where people fight with these for prizes. He was practicing for the next tournament.

[lostandfinder]

That's a stupid way to practice.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

Well, hitting me wasn't the practice. I think... [She bites her lip for a second.] I think he hit me just to be funny. [Fidget~]

[lostandfinder]

How's hitting someone supposed to be funny?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

That's what I don't know. [She's back to looking sad. In fact, her tears are getting a little shiny with fresh tears threatening to fall...]

[lostandfinder]

Hey, don't.. [he brings his hands up, not that he has any idea what he plans on doing with them] He probably wasn't thinking.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She nods, closing her eyes tightly to try and keep from crying. She looks up at him after regaining control of herself.]

He probably wasn't, you're right...

[lostandfinder]

Guys are bad about that. [He tries a small sheepish smile to show that he's at least partway joking, and because he's hoping she might smile a little, too.]

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She does, a little, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand one last time.]

Is that true? For all of them?

[lostandfinder]

[He nods "solemnly."] But only sometimes.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[Okay, that gets the barest of laughs, but it definitely gets him a happier expression.]

At least it's only sometimes. .... Um, thank you. I don't even know your name.

[lostandfinder]

Oh! I'm Chivy. And you're welcome.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

I'm Naminé. It's nice to meet you.

[She goes back to drawing - starting on a fresh page - but still speaks to Chivy.]

I haven't seen you here before. Are you new to the Plane?