Awwwww! That's right, though, you said you weren't going out for the next couple of days...mm, I guess I just thought you might change your mind! Actually, I'm not really sure why I thought that...
[Moon phases are some WILD SHIT.]
Well, I think I'm still going to go. All of a sudden I can't stand the thought of being cooped up in my apartment. What are you going to do while I'm out? Working on your art?
You're always working on art! Even when you were little, you'd go off on your own and draw, remember? You even stuck your tongue out, concentrating so hard!
...Huh? Well, I guess so, but I'm sure there'll be a lot of people up at PrismaPlace, so I won't really be alone or anything.
[Watch as the point goes whizzing right over her head.]
[She gets ready slowly and methodically, trying not to let her warring thoughts get the better of her, trying not to let her turmoil of emotions make her break and start to run. She'd been mostly ready to go out before she'd texted Rohan anyway, but now the excitement has dimmed, and even her pleasure at having splurged on a brand-new outfit to temporarily replace her pink dress and sandals isn't doing much to keep her mood afloat.
(He doesn't remember.)
She whistles to Arnold, who joins her faithfully at her side as she heads out and locks the door of her apartment behind her, and catches herself wondering vaguely just how Kira got into their house at all that night, was it through a window or did he break open the door or —
(He doesn't remember.)
She shakes it off, double-checking the lock before walking the healthy distance to Rohan's apartment, feeling for all the world like she's back in her alley, for how little she actually registers her surroundings until she arrives.
(He doesn't remember.)
But she makes it. A few people look oddly at her, one or two look like they might want to talk to her, but ultimately they all leave her alone, pheromones be damned.
She knocks lightly on the door and waits, fidgeting in sweater, skirt, tights, and boots, with Arnold whuffling softly at her side.]
[ He was feeling lighter this time, than he did during the last Cordis, at least for awhile. Maybe it was that he knew it was coming, what to expect for the most part. There's less surprises this go. But then, there's this. He didn't expect that he would be crossing this bridge tonight, but here he is, absolutely having this conversation.
He knew at some point he'd have to. Especially if she remembered him more than he did her, which was...well, at all. And clearly, she did. He thinks about every time he interacted with her before. And, well. It's weird. It's weird to think someone knows him and he doesn't know them. It's usually the opposite.
He hadn't even changed yet. He's still dressed fairly comfortably, pants modified to accommodate the orange tail, and the ears sprouting from his head. The food he has bought that can be out is sitting out, scattered all over his countertops in a mess, because - well, he's hungry. Always hungry.
He knows he eats way more than normal during this, and if Reimi is the same - he's prepared for it. He moves immediately to the door when she knocks, opening it.
It feels heavy.
It was weird, but not surprising. ]
Hey.
[ He's not sure what to say, so he steps aside so she can come in. ]
[She's not expecting, somehow, the ears and tail. The scattered food is one thing and she's not really surprised by the mess. But the fox traits that Cordis has given Rohan look off at first glance, even though the more she contemplates them, the harder and harder it gets to say that they look wrong. The fox appendages suit Rohan, somehow. People aren't supposed to half-change into animals, but as this transition goes, it's actually not that bad.]
...Hi.
[Her scent clings to her as she brushes past him, accepting the invitation into his apartment; the aroma is of citrus and spice, light and fresh without being cloying or overpowering. At her side, Arnold trots steadily along, sparing Rohan a long glance before bounding after Reimi to catch up.]
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CORDIS TIME
Guess who's got the night off tonight! Haha, never mind, I bet you already guessed — it's me! :D
Mm, I feel like going out tonight! I think it'd be fun to go up to PrismaPlace and dance all night, do you want to go with me~~~?
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I wasn't really planning on going out, Reimi. Are you alright?
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[Moon phases are some WILD SHIT.]
Well, I think I'm still going to go. All of a sudden I can't stand the thought of being cooped up in my apartment. What are you going to do while I'm out? Working on your art?
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[ He gets nearly nothing done during Cordis. ]
Would you be going alone? If you are...
I can go.
[ Turns out the concern outweighs the uncomfortable idea of leaving his apartment. ]
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...Huh? Well, I guess so, but I'm sure there'll be a lot of people up at PrismaPlace, so I won't really be alone or anything.
[Watch as the point goes whizzing right over her head.]
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No, I mean with someone you know.
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Oh! Then nope, just me and Arnold!
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I'm not pretending anything, though. I really don't know what you're talking about.
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if you don't want to talk about what you were like back then, you could just say so...
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are you saying you
you didn't know who i was?
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Ha ha, want to know something funny?
It's too bad we weren't partners in the GIGAs, then. If I'd known, I would've invited you...
That night was all I saw when I was in there.
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I was probably too young, and it was too bad, and I forgot all about it.
Hey, I wouldn't offer this to anybody, but do you want to come over? Or I can come over.
[ He feels like...he might have ruined her night. ]
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Yeah. I'll come over. I think the walk is what I need right now.
I'll bring Arnold. You don't have to worry or anything, he won't let anything happen to me.
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(He doesn't remember.)
She whistles to Arnold, who joins her faithfully at her side as she heads out and locks the door of her apartment behind her, and catches herself wondering vaguely just how Kira got into their house at all that night, was it through a window or did he break open the door or —
(He doesn't remember.)
She shakes it off, double-checking the lock before walking the healthy distance to Rohan's apartment, feeling for all the world like she's back in her alley, for how little she actually registers her surroundings until she arrives.
(He doesn't remember.)
But she makes it. A few people look oddly at her, one or two look like they might want to talk to her, but ultimately they all leave her alone, pheromones be damned.
She knocks lightly on the door and waits, fidgeting in sweater, skirt, tights, and boots, with Arnold whuffling softly at her side.]
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He knew at some point he'd have to. Especially if she remembered him more than he did her, which was...well, at all. And clearly, she did. He thinks about every time he interacted with her before. And, well. It's weird. It's weird to think someone knows him and he doesn't know them. It's usually the opposite.
He hadn't even changed yet. He's still dressed fairly comfortably, pants modified to accommodate the orange tail, and the ears sprouting from his head. The food he has bought that can be out is sitting out, scattered all over his countertops in a mess, because - well, he's hungry. Always hungry.
He knows he eats way more than normal during this, and if Reimi is the same - he's prepared for it. He moves immediately to the door when she knocks, opening it.
It feels heavy.
It was weird, but not surprising. ]
Hey.
[ He's not sure what to say, so he steps aside so she can come in. ]
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...Hi.
[Her scent clings to her as she brushes past him, accepting the invitation into his apartment; the aroma is of citrus and spice, light and fresh without being cloying or overpowering. At her side, Arnold trots steadily along, sparing Rohan a long glance before bounding after Reimi to catch up.]
S-So...um. I guess...we're going to talk? Or...
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