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[bearswitness.livejournal.com]

I hope you all plan to start laughing and crying soon. Apparently that's what's expected of us and I don't know about the rest of you but I hate it here already. So get to it. Maybe they'll send us back sooner.

Or maybe they won't. Has anyone seen a bench I could wait all this out on? By a window maybe. I would prefer cushions if it's going to be over 7 years, but stone will do.

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[bearswitness.livejournal.com]

Not to me.

[unifying.livejournal.com]

well i can show you!

[bearswitness.livejournal.com]

Then do it.

[unifying.livejournal.com]

well
i have to be there!! (><;)

[bearswitness.livejournal.com]

Where are you.

[unifying.livejournal.com]

freya
where are you???

[bearswitness.livejournal.com]

On my way.

[unifying.livejournal.com]

!!
oh okay???

[ Should she... make some sandwiches... ]

[bearswitness.livejournal.com]

[ there would be such a scowl in the event of sandwiches. such a scowl. ]

What do you look like?

[unifying.livejournal.com]

[ But! She's the hostess! ]

ah
i have long reddishbrown hair
im wearing a yellow sweater

[bearswitness.livejournal.com]

[ SUCH A SCOWL!! but either way, he'll stop responding now, and be in the main hall in like 10 minutes. a weird tall guy with a scarf up to his nose, looking around without too much interest. yellow sweater, yellow sweater... (not sure what a sweater is, but he'll figure that out later...) ]

[unifying.livejournal.com]

[ Oh... shoot. She forgot to ask him what he looks like...

Ah well! She'll just wander around the Freya House's main common room, looking this way and that, very obviously waiting for someone to come find her. ]

[bearswitness.livejournal.com]

[ Well. That's the hair. And that's the yellow. Apparently that's what a sweater is, too. He'll just stride over and come to a dead, silent, staring stop in front of her.

not that that's creepy or anything. ]

[unifying.livejournal.com]

--ah...

[ Suddenly, a big silent man standing right in front of her. Peering down like he's expecting something. Did he want her to move...? ]

H-Hi...

[ ...oh! Maybe he's that - that guy! ]

Oh - Mr. Prodigy?!

[bearswitness.livejournal.com]

[ Oh god that isn't going to be his name, is it... He doesn't look very pleased (he never does), but he nods. Once, and curtly. ]

[unifying.livejournal.com]

Ah... I-It's a little embarrassing, but I never did get your name...

[bearswitness.livejournal.com]

[ Out comes a scrap of paper from a pocket, and a pen from another, and he writes quickly before leaning it toward her to be seen. ]



[ gosh look at that girly, flowy handwriting. what a pretty princess. ]

[unifying.livejournal.com]

[ --oh.

She smiles brightly at him, even lifting a hand in a little wave. ]

It's nice to meet you, Eshkol. I'm Orihime~

WELL APPARENTLY UNLESS YOU HAVE A MAC THAT WAS COMIC SANS so pretend it was this font instead

[bearswitness.livejournal.com]

[ He doesn't return the smile, and just lifts the paper to write again. There's important business to attend to, dammit. ]

LMFAO sajkdlals

[unifying.livejournal.com]

--ah. Right! [ Guess small talk isn't an issue here... ]

Which... emoji was it that you were confused about, again?

[bearswitness.livejournal.com]

[ uh. a pause. a quick glance up at her, then straight back down to the paper again. ]

[unifying.livejournal.com]

--ah.

[ Well. That's going to take a while. She glances around, before finding a coffee table by some armchairs. She turns towards it, reaching out to lightly grasp his wrist and tugging him towards it before settling down with her legs tucked beneath her. ]

Here. This should be okay. Do you mind if I use your paper and pen?

[bearswitness.livejournal.com]

[ He doesn't mind being led over, and doesn't hesitate to pass them over when he's seated. About half of the paper is taken so far, covered in scrawled snippets of conversation. None of it seems like very cheerful or warm conversation. ]

[unifying.livejournal.com]

[ She takes care not to look, politely turning the paper over to start anew. ]

Let's see... hm. This one. [ The frustrated, wriggling one. ] See? Those are its eyes, all scrunched up together. And those are its hands! Flailing. And there's two to show that he's kind of wriggling around, all frustrated-like. See?

[bearswitness.livejournal.com]

[ Uh... huh. He's studying this kind of intently, leaning in a bit and a hand on... well, presumably on his chin, still under the scarf. ]