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]

[She opened her mouth to answer, when the realization dawned on her. Because, yes, that's exactly what she had been planning. Or, rather, not so much planned as subconsciously was continuing to do]

I didn't fall asleep at home. I fell asleep in the park. Out in public.

I'm safer here.

[originalflameon]

[She has a point. And that alone should be enough to make him feel better (how many kids would talk about it in those terms?), but it isn't.]

Would you mind if I asked you to contact me tomorrow morning, just in case?

[unetrustworthy]

[It wasn't a particularly strange request, but for curiosity's sake...]

Why?

[originalflameon]

To make sure you're indeed alright by then. We still don't really know what happened to you, so I'd be worrying anyway.

[unetrustworthy]

[The Good Samaritan excuse. With the added bonus of not immediately highlighting her age.]

[She could accept that.]

Alright. I can do that.

I'll make a note to contact you first thing tomorrow morning, when I wake up. Is that good enough?

[originalflameon]

I'd be pleased with just that much, yes.

[unetrustworthy]

Then I'll talk to you tomorrow.

[With a smile and courteous nod, she quietly ends the feed on her end.]