She was carrying her sketchbook with her, grasping it tightly as the young Nobody made her way through the corridors of an unfamilar place. For some reason, it was weird to be let out and it felt so foreign to the small artist. Naminé felt uncomfortable but she was really hoping to catch some inspiration so she could draw something. While walking, she heard a familiar voice and a gentle tap upon her pale-apricot shoulders.
Turning her head around, her sky blue eyes met with cerulean ones. “R-Roxas?” She spoke, her voice with a slight, surprised stutter. For some reason, it sparked with beam and happiness to see the other Nobody she had come to a recent understanding with. “… Its good to see you,” She smiled.
“Likewise.” He said lightly, flashing an elated smile, finding no need to hide behind his stoic nobody façade in her presence. “Were you going somewhere specific to draw?” He asked, genuinely curious, misty aquamarine hues eyeing her supplies tucked securely under her thin arms. “You wouldn’t mind my company would you?” An innocent question, layered with unspoken uncertainty ridden in his words.
“How are you doing now?” It was with her that Roxas felt a serene stillness that reflected perfect naturalness— a whole swarm of memories and emotions associated with her, washing back to the cold, lifeless room with the scattered sketches. “It’s really nice seeing you again, Namine.”