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[The space he brings her into is small without much clutter to it, and slightly threadbare throughout; it's clear that Zexion isn't devoting much of his resources or time to keeping this place up. Still, there's almost a homey feeling about it; not a well-loved home, but it's there nevertheless. There are dishes drying in a rack next to the sink, mismatched mugs turned upside-down and a cupboard with a slightly crooked door. The table is small and without adornment, with three chairs set around it. One of them wobbles slightly; he hasn't gotten around to doing anything about it.

Either way, he leaves Namine to seat herself, and promptly puts a kettle on for tea. He is not too wary of turning his back to her; he's confident that she's cowed and willing to converse.]

So. How have you been, Namine?