Memories can warm you up from the inside, but they also tear you a p a r t.
★ Serious semi-private Naminé roleplay blog.
There was the slightest breeze and she exhaled quietly. Softly. Just a breath in the wind and she took a step forwards before backtracking as someone brushed right past her and she inhaled and exhaled again. No harm done, and she didn’t mind.
A flash of dark fabric caught her eye though and she gazed after it before starting into motion and trailing after the scrap drifting in the breeze. Thin fingers plucked it out of the air and she turned towards the retreating back of the stranger, before taking off after them.
”Excuse me, sir— I think you may have dropped this.”
But barking at a kid wasn’t about to subdue his own ire. A step to alleged armament, swiping it off the wall and placing it onto his back.
“Jus’ don’t go touching random stuff. Not the smartest thing to do.”
”It’s not, though…”
Truly, her own curiosity would get her in trouble constantly, wouldn’t it? That was her fault though, for giving into the temptation. Sooner or later she would have to subdue those urges, and sooner would be preferable to later.
Being chastised was as expected as getting in trouble.
”Sorry, I just don't think I've seen anything like it.”
