damned_institute | Day 36: Arts & Crafts Room

The nurse had told Wash he could go anywhere he wanted and the thought Is home included in that? crossed his mind, but that sounded too pathetic to say aloud, even for him. So he silently eenie meenie minie moe'd through his options, ended up choosing the Sun Room, and then promptly decided the Arts and Crafts room would be more interesting. At least there might be stuff he could fiddle with and distract himself.

A part of him couldn't decide if he was relieved or not he didn't get a visitor. He didn't think it would've gone the way a proper visit was supposed to go, but...

He stepped into the room and sat down at an empty table, rifling through the materials absently. This place looked much too cheerful. Although maybe that was better than looking much too scary, but it was so cheerful it was almost scary and now he was starting to confuse even himself.

After a second, he picked up a pair of scissors (these weren't scissors, they were more like plastic chopsticks) and a sheet of construction paper and began cutting.

[hi Badou~]

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She expected Luxord to agree with that statement, being a Nobody who existed no more than she did, and perhaps spout off some age-old wisdom or change the subject to something slightly more cheerful.

So naturally, Naminé gave Luxord quite the surprised look when he agreed and told her that this was a path that he intended to take. Of course, even if they returned to their home world, Luxord and her would return to their respective Others; they would most likely never see each other again once they returned to their own universe.

But while the choice was simple (and actually better, she begrudgingly realized) for Luxord, it was not so for Naminé. She could see why Luxord made his choice, but to agree with it was one thing and to actually join him was...

"You, too?" Naminé didn't seem particularly outraged, nor upset. Not even disappointed; her voice just had a quiet tone to it that seemed to reek of sad realization. It really made her wonder: Did people really "give in", succumb to the lies found in this place, or did they really embrace them? Were the visits then not planned by the Head Doctor to lower their morale, but rather subtle attempts by former patients to show them one way out?

When Naminé thought about it that way, it made much more sense. And it did make her feel better. Yet she could not agree with it. Luxord was right, she and him were family in this world. She would even be able to see Soma. Sure, she'd have to adopt a new name and adapt to how this world worked, but she would be happy, right? Soma was happy, and Luxord sounded like he would be happy...

"You would come visit me too, right?"

No, Naminé could not go. To do so would make her a hypocrite; she had no right to value her existence after spending so much time assuring Roxas that giving up his was the right thing to do. And what of Kairi? She couldn't leave her Other incomplete. As appealing as it actually sounded to embrace those lies, Naminé knew that leading a false life would amount to no good.

For her, anyway.

He smiled again. "Of course I will." Not would. Will. Luxord leaned forward and planted a kiss on the girl's forehead.

"Did you come here to make something, peanut? I could help, if you wish."

That was enough for her, Naminé blushing when Luxord gave her a fatherly peck on the forehead. She really was trying to not cry. It was not so bad this way, was it? Luxord gave her ample warning, and visitors came every week. No, it would not be so bad. As long as he was happy with his new life, right?

"Y-yes, actually, I am!" She quickly wiped her eyes, looking around at the glitter that lay around them. "My roommate and I decided to make a lucky charm, so that we might have a little extra luck when traveling around during the night. In my case, I think I need all the luck I can get."

At least she was understanding, unlike II, who had literally pitched a fit and threatened to violently torture him and his Other, nights before. And he would be happy, wouldn't he...? Just having his heart would be...

He chuckled at Naminé's enthusiasm and once again ruffled her hair, just for the sake of it. "I'm afraid I lack the talent you do for making... much of anything," he admitted, "but luck I can help with. Come now, let's find what you need."

"I know we thought of using origami paper," Naminé thought, glancing to where said paper was stored. And then her gaze was directed to the glitter that was lying on the floor, and on her clothing, and probably was in her hair if she was able to look. It was pretty popular lately, as Naminé recalled a particularly shiny note on the bulletin board.

"And maybe we can use whatever's left of the glitter, too."

Luxord was not about to admit it, but he really had no idea in the slightest how to make charms. Where he was concerned, normal items could be considered good luck charms, like a sea shell or even your best friend. How would one go about making one?

Hm. The Gambler reached into his sleeve and pulled out the suit of diamonds, the 2, 3, 4, 6, and 10 of hearts, and the bag of glitter, handing them over to the girl in front of him. "I know naught about origami, but I do promise luck with these. And sparkles."

Day 36: Arts & Crafts Room

tl;dr: 8( sucks to see you go. come visit sometime, k?

;~; <3

I'll defend your territory when you leave, homeslice. >8( <3

Make sure you remember how to bust kneecaps like how I taught you.

I could never forget. <3

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