lounge

[ Sketchbook in hand, Naminé enters the lounge. While yesterday's... whatever that was hadn't been a traditional motive, it still rubs her the wrong way. She's kind of expecting something to pop out and demand they kill, or hurt each other again.

So, she has to keep her mind off of it somehow. She's been drawing again, but there are no sketches of anyone here. Instead, she's drawn pictures of a girl with shoulder-length red hair. A boy who'd be recognizable to anyone who'd watched Demyx's execution. And most of all, another boy with long silver hair and piercing green eyes. ]

Good morning, [ she greets Lefou nonetheless, giving him a little wave. At least seeing someone she cares about helps take her mind off of maybes. ]