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[It took nearly three tries after stumbling out of bed for Midii to remember the proper button-pushing procedures, and clearly even longer to realize (and subsequently not care) that her hair was still a mess. A mess she was now publicly broadcasting, completely with a stiffened yawn and weary rub at her eyes.]

[Still clinging to the 24+ hours sleep she had unexpectedly succumbed to, her voice was groggy. Her mind, unfocused. Her words, uncensored.]

I fell asleep in the park. I think. But then I woke up here. I...don't remember anything else since then.

[There had been...a little girl crying. She remembered that much. What happened to that little girl? The paranoia began to sink in, and despite herself, she visibly frowned. Suddenly nervous.]

Is this another one of those magic things that keep happening around here?




((ooc: Midii was one of the people attacked by Bakura's summons. Her memories are a bit groggy at the moment, but as time passes, she might remember more and more of the incident.))

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[jondrette]

Of course! I should love nothing more.

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[unetrustworthy]

You're not too busy?

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[jondrette]

I am never too busy for you, p'tite.

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[unetrustworthy]

[There's that wonderful feeling again. Of being loved unconditionally. One of the many reasons why she almost never wanted to leave Keelai; if only Papa and her brothers would show up. Then everything would be perfect.]

Where would you like to meet? I don't mind walking.

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[jondrette]

Wherever is between the both of us. And near a shop where we can purchase coffee.

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[unetrustworthy]

I think I know just the place....

[And, because she knows that Eponine isn't quite as good with more advanced Network options, she sends an unencrypted map image over with the precise meeting location circled. A place roughly equal between their two quarters, that wouldn't be hard to find.]

Is that alright?

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[jondrette]

[Oh hey! Look at that, a map! She nods.]

It is perfect. I shall see you there!

[she disconnects the feed]

[unetrustworthy]

[Midii, too, turns away from her console.]

[She was already decent to face the outside world, having freshened up before Damian arrived, so it didn't take long for her to finish getting ready. Some shoes and an extra jacket to brave the elements, mostly. And she headed straight for the location she'd asked Eponine to meet her at.]

[It was a crossroads, where the street she walked along split in two. A large tree occupied the middle, with a bench comfortable enough for sitting as she waited for her surrogate big sister to arrive.]

[jondrette]

[And Eponine is there, bundled up in her coat that Marius picked out for her, her hands jammed into her pockets. It didn't take her too long to get to the meeting spot, Midii already waiting there.]

Midii! Hello! [She waves happily at the girl as she approaches her.]

[unetrustworthy]

Eponine.

[Now, Midii was hardly one to talk about fashion. To her, clothing were more about keeping her warm and protected from the elements. However, even she couldn't dismiss the obvious niceness of Eponine's current choice of outerware.]

...is that coat new? I don't remember seeing you wear it before.

[jondrette]

It is! [She spins about, showing it off.] Marius helped me pick it out! [The conversation had gone south shortly thereafter. But not before she had gotten a coat.]

it is the nicest thing I have ever received?

[unetrustworthy]

It's lovely.

Marius...is he your...?

[jondrette]

No.

[She looks down.] He loves another.

[unetrustworthy]

[Oh.]

[Midii's face fell, understanding the pain that this must cause Eponine. In some ways, she knew what it was like. To be so fond of somebody that she knew (thought) didn't feel the same way.]

But he must at least care for you, to give you such a gift.

[jondrette]

We are friends now. He has said as much.

[She absentmindedly begins to rub the scar in the center of her hand.]

[unetrustworthy]

[Her eyes flicker briefly down to the scar when Eponine subconsciously draws attention to it, then back up again.]

Having him as a friend is still better than not having him at all.

You can still be with him. Be by his side.

[jondrette]

It was more than we were when I was alive.

[unetrustworthy]

Does it make you happy?

[jondrette]

[She's silent for a few moments.] Yes.

[Not as much as it could. Or should.]

[unetrustworthy]

[But enough. For now.]

Then I'm glad.

[A moment later, she has to stiffen a heavy yawn, before smiling up in apology.]

Sorry.

[jondrette]

Hush! There is no need to apologize, p'tite. You are overly tired. Let us get you coffee.

[unetrustworthy]

Yes. Let's.

The shop is this way. I found it while I was out walking Riva one morning. She doesn't like the smell very much, but she likes trying new things.

[jondrette]

The turtles are very curious. [She knew this, for reasons she could not explain.]

[unetrustworthy]

They are.

Even I can't keep up with her at times. [Which was saying something, considering she was currently studying two foreign languages on top of encryption training.]

[jondrette]

I am sure she is a lovely turtle. You must be a very good mother to her.