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WHO: Nise [amisadventure] , Namine [herdevotion], Sora [megahappyme]
WHAT: Rep eagerly fetching Namine.
WHERE: Docks/Peir, their house.
WHEN: Late afternoon.
Not a second later after he had jotted down the last word in his message to Namine that he’d go and retrieve her, Nise nearly flung the notebook off of his lap and flew out the door. He didn’t bother locking it-he doubted anyone would pick his house out of the possibly hundreds of others that were empty to raid or whatever. He didn’t have anything that belonged to him, anyway. Except his notebook diary. But he could always get a new one of he lost it.
As he ran to the beach, to the docks, as fast as his legs would allow him, he wondered just how much Namine really changed. A few inches taller wouldn’t make much of a difference-although he rather liked her short-but what he was worried about most was... if she changed mentally? What if... she didn’t like him anymore? What if-between his half week and her year of being separated has caused a rift between them? Not that they were particularly close beforehand or anything, but Nise liked to believe that they had a mutual, friendly relationship.
But if she had grown since then, she’d doubtlessly be prettier than she had when he last saw her. It’s not to say that she wasn’t before-but she was like a flower, who blossomed over time and grew more beautiful with each passing day.
Whether he was flushed because of his fond thoughts or the hard sprinting he had done to get to the docks as quickly as possible, it wasn’t entirely sure, although it could very well be both.
In a matter of minutes he was at the pier, the salty afternoon breeze matting his hair and making his face and neck rough and unpleasant. A terrible, terrible way to present himself to Namine. But there was no time. He was a boy, and boys were rather reckless in their appearance. Nise didn’t so much as care at the moment, far too preoccupied with how different Namine was from the one he remembered and if she was alright and if he could find her and if she’d still like him.
All his hard-thinking was evident in the creases between his brows as he came onto the dock, eyes flashing and scanning for that special blonde girl that makes his faux-heart flutter into the pit his stomach.
WHAT: Rep eagerly fetching Namine.
WHERE: Docks/Peir, their house.
WHEN: Late afternoon.
Not a second later after he had jotted down the last word in his message to Namine that he’d go and retrieve her, Nise nearly flung the notebook off of his lap and flew out the door. He didn’t bother locking it-he doubted anyone would pick his house out of the possibly hundreds of others that were empty to raid or whatever. He didn’t have anything that belonged to him, anyway. Except his notebook diary. But he could always get a new one of he lost it.
As he ran to the beach, to the docks, as fast as his legs would allow him, he wondered just how much Namine really changed. A few inches taller wouldn’t make much of a difference-although he rather liked her short-but what he was worried about most was... if she changed mentally? What if... she didn’t like him anymore? What if-between his half week and her year of being separated has caused a rift between them? Not that they were particularly close beforehand or anything, but Nise liked to believe that they had a mutual, friendly relationship.
But if she had grown since then, she’d doubtlessly be prettier than she had when he last saw her. It’s not to say that she wasn’t before-but she was like a flower, who blossomed over time and grew more beautiful with each passing day.
Whether he was flushed because of his fond thoughts or the hard sprinting he had done to get to the docks as quickly as possible, it wasn’t entirely sure, although it could very well be both.
In a matter of minutes he was at the pier, the salty afternoon breeze matting his hair and making his face and neck rough and unpleasant. A terrible, terrible way to present himself to Namine. But there was no time. He was a boy, and boys were rather reckless in their appearance. Nise didn’t so much as care at the moment, far too preoccupied with how different Namine was from the one he remembered and if she was alright and if he could find her and if she’d still like him.
All his hard-thinking was evident in the creases between his brows as he came onto the dock, eyes flashing and scanning for that special blonde girl that makes his faux-heart flutter into the pit his stomach.