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 Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 1:34 pm
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas.  Max bit his lip in the silence, starring at the book in his hands. s**t, he knew he shouldn't have even mentioned anything close to her death. He hadn't heard much about it, but he had seen her strolled away in a bag, that alone gave him goosebumps. He could hear the emotion in her voice and turned to her "I'm sorry... for bringing it up. It just kind of.. came out."He apologized, feeling bad about it now. He rubbed at his arm and turned back around, listening to her with a slight interest before finishing off his stack of books and plopping himself down to sit in front of the bookcase, he wasn't even supposed to be working, and he had plenty of time to do everything. "Really? I didn't start working here till recently, I need an apartment..."He shrugged, glancing toward the window, the rain had picked up significantly. He would have to walk in it to lunch, great. Hearing her giggle a small grin hit his face and he ruffled his hair again, flipping it and shook his head "No, no offense, but your not that scary. Besides, it's not like im going to die or get cursed, so, what's there to be scared of?"
It also meant he wasn't crazy, which made him feel all the better. He had much bigger things to fear than ghosts anyway, just going home made him shake, especially if he was late. Hearing her comment on his laugh he rose and eyebrow "Really? Well, consider yourself lucky, not many people have heard it."He was a tad proud that she liked his laugh, and for a second, she could have sworn he saw her, and he did. She was sitting, smiling at him, and then it was gone. He didn't bring it up, but that was her, Hanabi. He had seen her picture on the news, with the same bright smile. "I don't laugh that often, guess i've never had anyone to make me do it..."It had been a long time that he actually had a conversation with someone other than Dorris, and that wasn't even often, unless talking about a book or the library. She often questioned his condition, why he always wore sleeves, had a cut or bruise. As far as she knew, he just got in a lot of fights and was cold.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 1:56 pm
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl" 
Shaking her head, she waved a hand at it. Hanabi had a feeling that her death would come up sooner or later. So, she figured that sooner was better than later. That's been her philosophy for a while; she just wished it didn't have to do with her death. When it came to a matter of life and death, she had wished her death had come a little later.
"No, no, it's alright. I had a feeling it would come up after I had introduced myself," she said, letting out a small sigh. So, this is what it was like when you were slightly exposed as a ghost. It made her feel human, yes, but the fact that she didn't have a beating heart like he did reminded her that she was dead.
Tilting her head when he mentioned an apartment, she pursed her lips slightly.
"An apartment? I used to live in one. Maybe you can use it," she said. Even though she would have found it a little creepy if a dead person had offered their apartment to her, she figured it would be an easy way out. After all, if you knew the ghost that was "haunting" that apartment, it couldn't be that scary, could it?
Hanabi stuck her tongue out playfully when he mentioned that she wasn't scary. Okay, so maybe she wasn't the scariest person out there. But was she really hoping to scare Maxwell? Not necessarily. If anything, she just wanted to make him her friend, and vice versa. It seemed like it was working, though.
The ghost girl smiled brightly once more. She was able to make him laugh, when he never laughed often. It was something to be proud of, in her book. It was something to make her very proud.
"Well, I suppose I'm a very lucky piece of dim sum. Not only do I hear your laugh, but I caused it as well," she said, giving a confident nod. Hanabi tended to compare people with food. It was a habit of hers, and a lot of people called it cute. So, she never tried to break it.
Staring down at the book, she had read a few sentences from it, before leaning back and stretching. Even though she's read quite a few books, reading was something she never liked. She was a fast reader, but she still didn't like it. Giving a sigh, she rose from the ghostly chair she was sitting in, and floated around for a bit. She twirled, did flips, anything to keep herself entertained.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 4:51 pm
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. "I know, but I should have known better. It's a touchy subject.."Max rubbed at the back of his neck, feeling a little guilty for saying it. No more mention of the accident, he would try to steer away from it. He perked up, at the mention of an apartment, it was her old apartment but it wouldn't be creepy because he knew she was there "R-really? Where's it at?" If he got her apartment, he would have felt like the luckiest kid in the world. Getting away from his dad meant everything to him, getting it from a ghost girl who randomly started talking to him was a little odd but you take what you can get right? He stood up, not wanting to distract himself to much and grabbed a book from the shelf he wanted to read and headed back down the stairs.
Dorris watched him and rose an eyebrow "Deary, were you talking to yourself up there?"She watched him sit down, a tad concerned "Oh, I was reading out loud. Nothin' to worry about."He gave her a grin and she shrugged "Alright dear, well. I'm going to go and get some coffee at the cafe, ill be back."He nodded and watched her leave, propping up her umbrella she left and Max let out a small sigh "Dim sum eh? Weird comparison, dim sum isn't exactly the most attractive dish."He chuckled, glancing around the room, he didn't know where she was now, but he could still hear her. "You are a little entertaining. I just hadn't expected to laugh, your just very...dramatic."He liked drama, he was in the club at school, but never tried out for a role because he couldn't wear short sleeves and always had bruises. So he worked curtain and occasionally helped with singing lessons or backdrops. "So...what did you have to pay for your apartment?"
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 5:08 pm
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
Deciding to let go of the subject about her death, Hanabi went back into the fragments of her memories. It was a little difficult to remember, but she remembered where it was, eventually.
"The apartment is a little on the north side. It's not exactly the closest place to here, but it's not like it's the other side of town. The apartment cost about...mm...fifty to one hundred dollars at the most? Yeah, I think that's it," she said, nodding her head. The apartment was in a cozy neighborhood, and everyone around was always very friendly. Even though it rained constantly in Hiver, the rain never hit the neighborhood very hard.
Hanabi glanced behind his shoulder, curious about the book he had chosen. It was also her way of letting him know that she was still nearby.
"What are you reading?" she asked, tilting her head. The ghost made an attempt to rest her chin on his shoulder, only to fall through. Giving a small sigh, she dragged the rest of her body out of his, and sat next to him.
"That doesn't creep you out, does it? When I fall through your body?" she asked, wanting to make sure that he wouldn't be uncomfortable. Hanabi had giggled at his comment about dim sum, and shrugged.
"I like it. I honestly think that the sticky pork buns are the cutest pieces of dim sum, though," she said. Thinking back to all of those times when she had eaten dim sum with her family made her a bit melancholic. If Max had been able to see her gray body, it would have become a little more translucent. But, of course, Hanabi enjoyed thinking that she still had the color he did; nothing was going to bring her down.
"I'm glad that I could put on a show for you, Sir Maxwell," she said, giving a dramatic curtsy as she floated in front of him. On more than one occasion, she had been called entertaining, dramatic, the life of the party. Hanabi liked that compliment. To her, it meant that she had a spark that would never die. And even now, as a ghost, it didn't seem to go away. Maybe that would help Max see her.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 6:30 pm
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. "To the north... I could afford that. It would get me farther away from my house too."Max was really talking to himself now, thinking about the options of the apartment, but it wasn't as rainy up north, he would have to be careful of what he wore. "That sounds really good...I could check it out before I went home...Are you going to follow me around all day? Just curious.."He didn't mind, but talking to himself wasn't helping his image was it? He glanced back, looking at the book "Oh uhm, To Kill A Mockingbird. I've read a few times, but... I like it."He shivered, she had tried to make contact with him again, and it made him a little sad, it must have been hard, to not be able to be seen or touch anyone. He rubbed at his arms, having goosebumps, and shook his head "No, it's just a weird feeling I guess, like a cold draft."He bit his lip, laying down the book on the table and looking out the window, watching people pass by.
He grinned "Yeah, pork buns are good. I haven't had any in awhile though."When he thought about it, he didn't even get a chance to eat last night, his dad getting rough with him had prevented him from making anything. "Maybe I could go out and eat something today.."He needed to eat, and sleep. He needed to check on that apartment too. He grabbed the book, sighing it on a piece of paper before putting it on Dorris's desk, just to get it over with. He put the book in his hoodie pocket before taking it off and stretching, he had worn short sleeves, because Dorris knew about the burns. He chuckled "A show indeed."He could see her now, curtsying, and he looked at her, she looked normal, just, faded. "You don't look like a ghost... aren't they supposed to be mysterious and ominous?"
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 9:26 pm
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
She smiled, happy to know that the apartment would be fine with him. If anything, she would probably show him her old room; it had been a while since she's it herself. The reason why she never went back had to do with her memory loss. It would only sadden her even more if she went back to her old home, and couldn't remember the life it held.
"You don't mind, do you? I can always leave," she said, standing up slightly. Hanabi didn't want to make him miserable. After all, when she had first seen him that day, he didn't seem like the person he was now. And for all she knew, he could be concerned with his image, just like every other teenager was nowadays.
Nodding her head, she floated to the table where the book was, and then drifted over to the window. The people seemed to be walking by without a care; it made her wonder if her old friends still thought about her. If they still thought about her untimely death, and what would've happened if she were still alive. Shaking her head, she pushed those thoughts away from her mind. The last thing she wanted was to think about her death and what effects it could have had to the people she cared about.
Tilting her head, she looked at him curiously. What kept him from eating everyday? Was he really that busy? Hanabi decided that she should pry, not now, anyway. She would find everything out in due time. That's what usually happened.
Upon seeing the burns, Hanabi gasped, and reached out for one of the burns, only to have to watch her hand fall through. How did he get such burns? Did he enjoy playing with fire? Did he have a bad history with fire? Hanabi gave a small gasp, and tried her hardest not to stare at them.
"You poor thing...what happened?" she asked, reaching out once more. That time, she realized what she was doing, and immediately took her hand back. It really was sad to know that you couldn't be seen or hold anything or anyone anymore. If anything, it was one of the many things she missed about being alive.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 10:16 pm
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. Looking over the books on the cart he had to sort he shrugged his shoulder's at her question. "I don't mind. Your free to go or follow wherever you want."Did she really have to ask him? It was her life, well, undead life, and she could do what she wanted. Which made him wonder why she was a ghost, but it was a touchy subject so he wouldn't ask at the moment. She picked up some books, they were on the bottom floor so he didn't have to go far. Putting up one of the books he stopped, looking at his burns and biting at his lips, they always made him think of his mother and sisters, how they were gone. He could cry, ashamed. "I was caught in a fire when I was really little..."He muttered, watching her try to touch him, he could see her, not like a regular human, it was a little flickery. "I don't care if you try and touch me, it doesn't bother me."He said, looking at her before going back to the books, putting them up and shoving his hands in his pockets he watched Dorris come back in and started rambling about how it was ridiculous it was that coffee was so expensive nowadays. He felt his stomach growl and he glanced down at himself, he needed to eat.
He slipped his sweatshirt back on, not so man people needed to see the damage on himself. He would eat and then check out Hanabi's apartment. "Dorris, im going to head out and eat, i'll be back."He gave her a wave, opening his umbrella and heading out the door, wondering if Hanabi would follow, not caring if people saw him talking to himself anymore. People already thought he was weird, so he didn't care, she was good company, dead or not. He headed toward a small restaurant, walking slow in case Hanabi was tagging along.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 11:50 pm
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
Staying silent, Hanabi decided to continue following him. There was something about Max that made her want to follow. She wasn't sure what it was, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to find out. As he walked to the restaurant, and she tagged along, she noticed how the rain fell right through her. It's not that she hasn't noticed the rain fall through her, she just realized how saddening it was.
"What does the rain feel like?" she asked him softly. In another pathetic attempt, she tried to tug on his sleeve, or at least hold onto it, only to watch her hand fall through his wrist. Her eyes had saddened a little, and her head was down. Why she was feeling melancholic, she wasn't exactly sure. Maybe just hearing Max's answers to her questions dampened her mood. Or maybe it sounded similar to what her older brother might have said.
Looking up at him, her eyes looked into his. His eyes looked empty, but Hanabi was sure that if she looked deep enough, she would find something. She was hoping that she would. If there was one thing Hanabi liked, it was a good treasure hunt. And if she was looking for the light of Max's soul, then that's exactly what she would look for.
"Ne...we won't have to cross the street...will we?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 12:51 am
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. Max rose an eyebrow, hearing Hanabi's question and he scrunched up his nose, thinking about it. "Well, it's like a cold feeling, in a tiny spots over your body, but...it's refreshing."He wasn't sure how to describe it, it was a fresh feeling, had she been dead so long that she had forgotten what it felt like? "It's cleansing too... I guess it's hard to explain."He said, glancing in her direction, watching her try to grab his wrist he bit his lip, wishing he could help her. He wanted to console her, but he couldn't touch her either.
He sighed, and seeing how down she seemed he was glad they didn't have to cross the street. "No, we don't. It's right up this way."He pointed up a little ways, it was just a small place but the food was good and it was relatively cheap. He poked his head into the diner and closed his umbrella, taking a seat in the back, near a window, liking to watching the rain but far away enough where no one would notice he was talking to Hanabi. He sat down, waiting for a waitress but looked at Hanabi, raising an eyebrow at her "What were you looking at me for? Earlier?"He asked, curious as why she had been concentrating on him so hard, was it his black eye? He really hoped not, he didn't want to be that distracting.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 1:02 am
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
Hanabi nodded her head, giving a small sigh. It sounded like such a good feeling. It made her wish that she were alive again. In fact, a lot of things made her wish that she were alive again. But, what could she do? She was dead, and she's been dead for quite a while.
"That sounds nice." Her voice had a faraway tone, one that would match her ghostly appearance. Feeling a sense of relief wash over her when he said they didn't have to cross the street, and when they arrived at the restaurant, Hanabi's mood seemed to brighten. The place was small, but it seemed like a warm place. It was the kind of place that she would want to be in, if she were ever caught in the rain.
Taking a seat across from Max, she swung her feet back and forth, before looking up at him. Looking at him for? Oh! Smiling sheepishly, she glanced over at the waitress that was coming their, or his, way.
"I wanted to see what color your eyes were. They're a very pretty color," she said. She wasn't going to tell him that she was just looking into them, trying to uncover that his eyes seemed to guard. In fact, she hadn't noticed the black eye.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 1:15 am
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. Max was bugging himself about how distant Hanabi seemed at the moment, he could tell that hanging around someone like him must have been depressing, and not just because of who he was, party because, unlike her, he was alive. He opened his mouth to talk but a waitress stood next to him and he grinned at her. "Hey there Maxy, what can I get you today?"She asked, giving him a smile, Rose, his usual waitress, he came here a lot because the atmosphere was warm and comfortable. That and they had really good key lime pie. "Hey rose, can I get a green tea and...some pasta with fries?"He asked, and she nodded, writing it down before ruffling his hair "I'll be right back with your tea, deary."He shook his head as she walked away, fixing his hair.
Hearing what Hanabi had said made his cheek's turn a light pink, and he glanced away, a little embarrassed, he wasn't complimented often. "H-heh. T-thanks, I guess." He chuckled, and set his head in his hand, trying not embarrass himself with blushing. "Hanabi, if you don't mind me asking, why are you a ghost? You don't have to answer, im just curious."He asked, looking down at the table and picking at some of the cuts on his finger's with his thumb, hoping he didn't hit a touchy subject, he just wanted to know. Rose came back, setting his tea down with a little sugar next to it, and he blew on it, taking a sip and glancing up at Hanabi. He was surprised how pretty she could still look for a ghost, he blushed, seeing how embarrassing that would sound if he had said it out-loud.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 1:27 am
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
Hanabi couldn't help but giggle at the name the waitress had given Max. Maxy? That was new. Of course, only Max could hear her giggle, so if she had let out a full-on laugh, the waitress still wouldn't be able to hear you.
"Pasta with fries? Does that taste good?" she asked. It was an unusual combination, to her, but then again, she was used to having pasta with garlic bread. He liked green tea. It made her smile. Green tea was always around when she was alive. If anything, green tea was her equivalent to water.
Hanabi let out another giggle. She was always paying people compliments. The girl was always able to see the good things about people, despite the fact that they may have many flaws. She got quite a few compliments when she was alive, and she had heard that she looked just as beautiful when she died. Hanabi had seen her body; it had scared her, seeing the body she once lived in.
"I don't know why I'm a ghost. I thought I would've passed on, like most people do when they die. Maybe there's something keeping me here in this world; I'm not exactly sure," she said. This wasn't the first time Hanabi's thought about her existance in Hiver. The girl would go through her memories so many times, only to see that most of them are blurred or fragmented. She wasn't sure if she should tell Max that yet; instead, she decided to wait.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 1:51 am
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. Okay, so maybe laughing was a little contagious, Hanabi's little giggles made him want to laugh, for the condition she was in, how could she laugh? Max nodded, drinking some of his tea and setting it down. "It does, the sauce they use for the pasta here is homemade and it tastes really good. I don't use ketchup on my fries and it's just a good combo."He laughed at himself on that one. "I know it sound weird but I swear it's good."He held both his hands up, to keep his explanation defended. When Rose came back she winked at him before leaving and he rolled his eyes, grabbing a fry and dipping it into the pasta, popping it in his mouth. "See? Yummy."He licked his lips and listened to her speak, thinking it over while looking out the window and drinking his tea.
"So, you don't know. I guess that could be part of the problem.."He muttered, glad she didn't seem to be depressed about him bringing it up. "Well, since you seem to be hanging around me, i'll try and help you out."He could almost feel himself smile, deep inside, but it only came out as a grin, but he meant what he said. He wanted to help. Hanabi was a sweet girl, who seemed a little lost at where she was, and as far as he knew, he was the only one she had made actual contact with. "So, when we leave here, we'll head to your apartment, and from there, we'll try and see whats holding you back, alright?"He winked at her, surprised he had done it, but felt good about the idea. It would give him something to think about while fixing up the apartment to make it feel homey to him.
Although, getting some of his stuff would be hard, and getting Hanabi to either stay at the apartment while he went back home to get stuff, or stay outside might be hard to. He just didn't want her to see him argue and get beat up by his dad, that would kill him. A sweet girl like that didn't deserve to see horrible things, she had already gone through enough, dieing only to not get peace, it bothered him that she couldn't rest peacefully. He ate some of his pasta, now determined to help an set things right for her.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 2:05 am
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
She grinned as he defended his food. Hanabi would've done something similar if someone had asked about her own food. She wouldn't admit that she wanted to try the food to him, since it would only bring back her melancholic state. So, she watched him eat it with a smile.
"It looks delicious," she said. The green tea looked delicious as well, but for now, she figured that being vague would help in this situation.
"Me not knowing? Maybe. It might be a combination of several things," she said, giving a shrug. The fact that he wanted to help her made her face feel hot. Hanabi had to touch her cheeks a few times, to make sure that it wasn't a cruel illusion that her ghostly body might be pulling on her. The moment he winked, though, the head came back, and she had to keep touching her cheeks. Along with her blurred and fragmented, there were a few feelings that she couldn't identify on herself.
"What's that feeling you get when your cheeks are on fire?" she asked innocently, still poking and touching her cheeks. Hanabi may have recognized it on Max, but that didn't mean that she recognized it on herself. If Hanabi had a mirror in front of her during her prior blushing, her cheeks would have turned a darker color indeed.
"Wait...can you see me now?" she asked, taking her hands away from her face, and tilting her head.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 2:28 am
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. Max grinned, stabbing a fry with his work and eating some of his pasta with it, it was an odd combo, but it tasted good, and that was really all that mattered right? At the moment anyway, he needed to eat, and see if he was able to get out of his hell hole. "That's probably it, but, we'll figure it out. There are plenty of books to look it up in too."He said, sipping at his tea he looked over the edge of it, watching her poke at her face, making him snicker a little, she was blushing. He didn't know ghost's could do that, but you learned something every once in awhile. He was kind of proud, making her blush, it was cute. He laughed, something close to a smile hitting his face "Well, there are lots of things, shyness, embarrassment, modesty, appreciation, it can be a variety of things."He said, biting at his lip, chuckling a little to himself, her obliviousness was cute.
"Can you not remember what emotions do what?"He asked, quirking up an eyebrow before hearing her other question, a smirk replacing his puzzled face. "Mmhmm, i've been able to see you since you smiled at me before we left. You have a very pretty smile."He complimented, drinking some of his tea and looking out of the window, watching the rain slide down. He found it silly she just noticed, but she seemed to have forgotten some things he would never have thought he'd forget.
He put down his tea, nibbling at a fry and looking at Hanabi "Am I the only one who has actually talked back to you?"He was curious, he couldn't think of a reason of why he would be able to talk to her when somebody else couldn't. He wasn't special, no ESPN, no 6th sense, what else was there?
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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