[Twisted to glance back over her shoulder, Naminé has no way of anticipating what's beyond the next corner, nor that there might be someone headed - for some unfathomable reason - in the opposite direction. They collide headlong, her recoil simultaneous with his.]
[If she weren't alarmed already, she would be now, for she is thoroughly unused to people coming in contact with her involuntarily, and her instinct is to expect something more unpleasant to follow. Hand automatically reaching to cover the point of contact as though that might make it hurt less or perhaps negate any future hurting, her eyes stay scrunched tightly closed in anticipation - but they fly open the second she hears the voice of her not-so-assailant.]
[Gaping, on her, is a somewhat muted affair, but that doesn't stop it from being what it is, and her expression is one of open shock as she stares, surprised into absolute stillness with her body yet half turned away from him. That look shifts through several iterations in quick succession; confusion, gladness, distress, concern-- but her voice sticks on disbelief when she says abruptly,]
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[If she weren't alarmed already, she would be now, for she is thoroughly unused to people coming in contact with her involuntarily, and her instinct is to expect something more unpleasant to follow. Hand automatically reaching to cover the point of contact as though that might make it hurt less or perhaps negate any future hurting, her eyes stay scrunched tightly closed in anticipation - but they fly open the second she hears the voice of her not-so-assailant.]
[Gaping, on her, is a somewhat muted affair, but that doesn't stop it from being what it is, and her expression is one of open shock as she stares, surprised into absolute stillness with her body yet half turned away from him. That look shifts through several iterations in quick succession; confusion, gladness, distress, concern-- but her voice sticks on disbelief when she says abruptly,]
Roxas--?
[Good first impressions, indeed.]