It’s not a big deal, because the manila folder half spread over her chest and the mess of papers on her coffee table tell her what had happened. Another impromptu nap while working, yet another instance of failing to recognize the new signals of a new body. Rolling her eyes at herself Nariko gets up and shakes the confusion from her own limbs. She makes herself some coffee, she looks at the city below, and for a good while there she doesn’t think about anything at all. But her eyes do trail to her clothes - worn jeans and a simple top, a bangle, a ring on her left finger - and they seem oddly foreign.
In fact, this is one of her favorite apartments but the more she stares at it the more it feels as if she hasn’t been here in a very long time.]
Well, that’s probably not a good sign.
[Her instincts weren’t to be doubted, something was up, but it felt - it felt nice to be where she belonged. Even though she was alone, even though the people she loved were still dead, she was home. So it was enough to put a record on and sway a little to the music, watching the city. She couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't supposed to be alone but if she let the occasional strange sensation bother her she'd never get much done.
For all it's troubles and suffering it really was good to be home.]
Nariko Lunae | Love | A1 (Already in game)
It’s not a big deal, because the manila folder half spread over her chest and the mess of papers on her coffee table tell her what had happened. Another impromptu nap while working, yet another instance of failing to recognize the new signals of a new body. Rolling her eyes at herself Nariko gets up and shakes the confusion from her own limbs. She makes herself some coffee, she looks at the city below, and for a good while there she doesn’t think about anything at all. But her eyes do trail to her clothes - worn jeans and a simple top, a bangle, a ring on her left finger - and they seem oddly foreign.
In fact, this is one of her favorite apartments but the more she stares at it the more it feels as if she hasn’t been here in a very long time.]
Well, that’s probably not a good sign.
[Her instincts weren’t to be doubted, something was up, but it felt - it felt nice to be where she belonged. Even though she was alone, even though the people she loved were still dead, she was home. So it was enough to put a record on and sway a little to the music, watching the city. She couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't supposed to be alone but if she let the occasional strange sensation bother her she'd never get much done.
For all it's troubles and suffering it really was good to be home.]