It's a bad time to look like a ghost.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

Characters: Naminé and passersby.
Setting: The lower library.
Format: Starting this way, will match.
Summary: Reaction to the network posts. It's not a good time to look like a ghost when glanced at in passing.
Warnings: None yet besides creepy.

[Naminé is not about to respond to those posts. She can't even quite bring herself to touch the computer again at all, despite the fact that that second message is stuck on repeat. Moving away from the terminal seems to be beyond her at this point, too, or perhaps it's something else that keeps her sitting there in the pale light of the screen, totally still, her eyes wide and her white-knuckled hands gripping the sides of the chair. Dressed in white and with her already light skin blanched, she looks more than a little ghostly when viewed in passing.]

Comments

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

Hm.... [She obviously has to think about it, but she does so while smiling.] ...Or else I'll have to think of something. It'll probably be something you won't like. [It would be pretty difficult for that to sound less malicious.]

[pchaaair]

[Man, you suck at this malicious thing, Namine. Points for trying, at least??]

I guess then, um, I will not disappoint you, so that you do not have a chance to do something that I would not like.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, she does. Fortunately she's not actually putting much effort into it.]

Good...! I wouldn't want to have to do that. ...Thank you, Tavros.

[pchaaair]

... You're welcome. But... um, why am I being thanked?

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

For promising. And--... for trying not to disappoint me. [Although that part's a little more joking. Those aren't all of it, though.] ...And for being so kind. [She's still just not used to that, and she really appreciates what kindness she finds in the tower - especially at a time like this.]

[pchaaair]

Oh.

[Well. He's never actually heard that before because those are things that people have never really said to him at all in his life.]

You're welcome. Um. For sure.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

[Welp, they've been said now, and it looks like she means it. She smiles a small smile for moment, then looks like she's realized something.] --Oh! I'm sorry, I shouldn't be distracting you. [He's got (possibly a few fictional) people to help.]

[pchaaair]

It's fine. You didn't mean to, and, I was worried about you, so I don't mind stopping for a little bit and being distracted.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

[She looks embarrassed, even though she's smiling just a little. It's so strange to have people worry about her, and she can't help feeling she doesn't deserve it.] I'm still sorry. I appreciate it, but you... don't have to worry about me, okay? [And that's a general statement, although it also applies to the situation at the moment.]

[pchaaair]

You can say that a lot, but, I don't think that will make me stop worrying, since I think you are a friend.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

--....

[If she only had the guts to tell him how preposterous it is to try to be her friend, voluntarily or not. She doesn't, but she still hesitates as she tries to find it in her to do so and fails. If only she could tell everyone that, surely then they'd know better than to waste their time on her... which is precisely what scares her. It's not the only reason, though - the real kicker is that she doesn't want to upset anyone else by saying that. She looks down, smile weak but still lingering despite the way her eyebrows inch closer together.] R--... right. Sorry.

[pchaaair]

[Even if she did insist that, he would disagree. His friends are pretty important to him no matter what they may think. You'd have a hard time shaking off this troll, Namine.]

You don't have to, um, say sorry for anything.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

[dfgjdfbdk She always ends up hanging out with the people who are too nice for their own good. It says way more about her view of herself than her view of him that she's at all concerned about anything.]

Oh-- okay. S--... I mean, okay.