[Naminé has the good fortune of not having any familiarity with wearing wigs, itchy or otherwise, and would count herself all the luckier for it if she knew the full measure of his discomfort. (She might, however, have some inkling of its unpleasantness, because she probably caught him messing with the wig one of those times. Goodness knows she was glancing over her shoulder at him every now and again just to make sure he was still there and she wasn't experiencing some cruel hallucination as part of someone's idea of a joke.)]
[But yes, that's precisely the smile she wears when she reaches him. It eases into something a bit softer as he opens the door, and she gives him a nod with her quiet,] Thank you.
[Stepping through, she casts one quick glance for each direction the street stretches in and then looks back at him, now assured that she's not going to bump into anyone if she lets him keep her attention for the moment.]
That close? [The irony of it isn't lost on her. For them both to be in the city and be totally unaware of it - it's one thing when it's the whole place, but to have been such a short distance apart...! And maybe she'd have known it if she'd chosen to use her magic more often, but she's been making an effort not to fall back into that kind of thinking. This is a new place, where no one knows who she is or what she can do, and that last bit is something she'd like to keep as it is. (Only, he knows, doesn't he? That's a fact that, despite the odds, she actually takes a certain comfort in all over again every time it occurs to her.)] That's really funny...! [And to think--] You could have gone the other direction and we'd never have found each other.
[Which-- actually is not funny, because it's sad, but that only sobers her by a small degree. The relief she feels at their having bumped into each other has yet to wear off, and that buoys her mood more or less indiscriminately.]
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[But yes, that's precisely the smile she wears when she reaches him. It eases into something a bit softer as he opens the door, and she gives him a nod with her quiet,] Thank you.
[Stepping through, she casts one quick glance for each direction the street stretches in and then looks back at him, now assured that she's not going to bump into anyone if she lets him keep her attention for the moment.]
That close? [The irony of it isn't lost on her. For them both to be in the city and be totally unaware of it - it's one thing when it's the whole place, but to have been such a short distance apart...! And maybe she'd have known it if she'd chosen to use her magic more often, but she's been making an effort not to fall back into that kind of thinking. This is a new place, where no one knows who she is or what she can do, and that last bit is something she'd like to keep as it is. (Only, he knows, doesn't he? That's a fact that, despite the odds, she actually takes a certain comfort in all over again every time it occurs to her.)] That's really funny...! [And to think--] You could have gone the other direction and we'd never have found each other.
[Which-- actually is not funny, because it's sad, but that only sobers her by a small degree. The relief she feels at their having bumped into each other has yet to wear off, and that buoys her mood more or less indiscriminately.]