[Instantly, her brows come together. Something he used to say? But--] Why would you--...?
[Her realization that he might also from somewhere else comes too late to curb her natural reaction, which is to be surprised that a Somebody - that any Somebody - would say something like that, because at least some part of her had meant, 'I don't belong anywhere.' It's a bizarre Freudian slip, almost, and she's quick to try to leave it behind.]
Yes, I have a name, [she's quick to assure him, in case there's any truth to the proclaimed consequences - and she's also quick to suck in a breath when he looks down, a hand starting to raise. Not nearly in time,] Don't-- [... Do that thing he just did. Welp. But he has yet to slip, so she relaxes back into place, nearly (but not quite) having forgotten to introduce herself properly.]
It's Naminé. So-- please don't fall out of the tree.
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[Her realization that he might also from somewhere else comes too late to curb her natural reaction, which is to be surprised that a Somebody - that any Somebody - would say something like that, because at least some part of her had meant, 'I don't belong anywhere.' It's a bizarre Freudian slip, almost, and she's quick to try to leave it behind.]
Yes, I have a name, [she's quick to assure him, in case there's any truth to the proclaimed consequences - and she's also quick to suck in a breath when he looks down, a hand starting to raise. Not nearly in time,] Don't-- [... Do that thing he just did. Welp. But he has yet to slip, so she relaxes back into place, nearly (but not quite) having forgotten to introduce herself properly.]
It's Naminé. So-- please don't fall out of the tree.