voice;

[pastel_memory]

I...mmh... I really hope this is temporary.

Comments

[madeinoblivion]

No kidding...we've already put enough stars on that ceiling...

Uh...hm. Namine, you might wanna...stay back from the mirrors.

[pastel_memory]

I guess...

Hm? But why, I have - ...Oh.

[madeinoblivion]

It sort of cool to see everything like this though...

Namine? I said don't go near it...what are you doing?

[pastel_memory]

It's interesting. The sky is so wide and beautiful. But it's...intrusive too.

I'm just - I'm looking at someone. It's okay, Arland.

[madeinmirrors]

[And oh look, someone was dozing curled at the foot of your bed on the other side of the mirror, Namine...but the commotion over there's woken him up, and in a moment you'll have a bleary-eyed mirror-replica rubbing at his face and staggering over to the mirror to have a curious peer-around.]

[pastel_memory]

[She's watching him this time, peering curiously at the other side, despite Arland's warning. Slowly, cautiously, she approaches the mirror.]

...Hello, Riqis.

[madeinmirrors]

[And that startles him, the moment she looks up and straight back.]

Namine? You can see...through over here, too?

[pastel_memory]

[And she can hear him, she realizes.]

Now I can, yes. And I can hear you this time, too.

[verydashing]

Yeah, me too. I've seen too much already.

[pastel_memory]

Sorry. I guess everyone loses their privacy today.

[verydashing]

I think we should all take our clothes and hang them up all over the walls and floors!

[pastel_memory]

That's not a bad idea, Sora.