008 ✞ [VIDEO]

[unetrustworthy]

[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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[unetrustworthy]

[Midii leaned into Eponine's embrace. One of the few whose close proximity was more comfort than anything.]

Shall we go in? What do you think?

[jondrette]

I believe we came here for coffee. So, let us go! [With a grin, she lets go of Midii's shoulders in favor of her hand, pulling her into the shop.]

[unetrustworthy]

[The shop was fairly warm. Modern. A lot of geometric designs, and the choice between small, metal tables or booths. A few stools also offered the option of sitting at a counter, where in fact, several kedan were.]

There's a booth in the back corner of the room. It's nice. Quiet.

[jondrette]

Then we shall go there! Come! [She leads her to the back corner and slides into the booth with purpose.]

Such a strange place. It is quite pretty.

[unetrustworthy]

Do you go to cafes often? By yourself, or...with someone?

[jondrette]

No. I do not. At least I did not. I had no money for cafés. If I went it was to steal. Here, sometimes I shall go with my friends. But it is not often.

[unetrustworthy]

But you have money now. Places like this one aren't that expensive. I can come here with my study notes and order tea and sit for hours. Nobody but the waitress notices me.

[jondrette]

Then perhaps I shall come here more often! I have friends now as well. It is quite nice, to be in the warmth, to have people bring you food and drinks. To watch the world around you as I'm sure you do. We are much the same like that.

[unetrustworthy]

[The waitress came--an elderly kedan with a warm smile and surprisingly quick step. Midii ordered herself a large coffee. Black. No milk or sugar or anything else.]

[While she waited, her eyes drifted towards the large window. It gave a perfect few of one of the off-streets, and the people passing by. A few shops on the opposite side of the street brought traffic. Particularly the sweets shop frequented by many of the kedan youth.]

[jondrette]

[Eponine herself orders a small coffee, milk and sugar, as well as a scone, unable to help herself. But at least she's eating, so that's something.

When the waitress leaves, Eponine turns to Midii.] See? I knew it.

[unetrustworthy]

...hmm? [Her attention momentarily distracted by the sights of the children next door, she turned back to Eponine.] Knew what?

[jondrette]

You like to watch people, too. [She gestures to the window.]

[unetrustworthy]

Oh. That.

I hadn't realized it was much of a secret. Watching is how I learn a lot of what I do.

[And it was easier than participation.]

[jondrette]

You're smart, to watch.

[unetrustworthy]

[She smiled, and glanced outside again.]

...I think I recognize some of them. I've seen them in the park before.

[jondrette]

Perhaps you should make friends.

[unetrustworthy]

Why?

[...okay, that sounded bad, even to her. She turned back, amending her statement in her mind before speaking this time.]

I mean...we don't have that much in common. Most of them like to run around and climb the trees in the park. They're not interested in sitting in the shade and reading.

[jondrette]

Well then, p'tite, that is their fault. Perhaps some of them do, but have just not said it? A girl your age should have many friends. Especially one so beautiful.

[unetrustworthy]

[Eponine, please. She's going to drown in these attempts at ego inflation.]

I don't need that many.

I like the ones I already have.

[jondrette]

I am glad you do. I believe I speak for all of them when I say we like you, too.

[unetrustworthy]

...well, most of you do. ['Except Damian'] That much, I know.

[jondrette]

If someone doesn't like being your friend, then why are they your friend?

[unetrustworthy]

[She hesitated in her response, and when it came, it was in the form of another question:]

If Marius loves somebody else, why does he give you nice things?

[Not implied as an insult or point of hypocrisy. Midii genuinely considered their situations parallel enough that to point them out would help Eponine understand.]

[jondrette]

[Her eyes narrow and the words that come out of her mouth next are short and dark.]

Because he is my friend. We care for each other.

[unetrustworthy]

[Her smiles turns sad. And she nods in understanding.]

That's why.

He does not like me. But he cares enough to let me stay by him all the same.