[She follows him in, taking a moment to look around the space as she does. Namine runs her hand over the table as she walks to it, going to the far chair, but not sitting. She watches him go about getting the tea ready for a long moment before realizing the the moment's probably been a bit too long and answering.]
[The kettle on the burner, the flames turned medium height below it, times of blue licking at the metal. He adjusts the fire and then sits, folding his hands on the table in front of him and watching her patiently.]
I expect you don't need me to tell you that. Most Nobodies have a seeming knack for landing on their feet, don't they?
[She looks like she might protest the idea of sitting for a moment and stay awkwardly standing...but doesn't. Instead she sits down in the chair opposite and lays her hands in her lap]
They do. We're all incredibly adaptable. But I think I might still like to hear the answer anyway.
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I've been alright. And you?
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I expect you don't need me to tell you that. Most Nobodies have a seeming knack for landing on their feet, don't they?
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They do. We're all incredibly adaptable. But I think I might still like to hear the answer anyway.
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