✿ Seventh Bud [action]
[It's the first time Kaori has come out in the village on her own since the incident with Shizuo, where she'd come out completely soaked and with a cold to accompany the illness she already had. While she may be recovered now, the somber expression on her face as she makes her way to the plaza says something else. It didn't matter that it was the dead of night and hardly anyone was out, she didn't want to go back to sleep.
One nightmare of her past was enough to deal with.
The memory of the pain and fear, the desperation she felt was still vivid to her, and made her want to seek out a certain man... An ally who would understand what it felt like to despise Humans so. But... she hadn't heard from him for so long, it made her worried. Had something happened? It's what's leading her to take a seat in the plaza, journal clutched tightly in her hands as she shivers in her pajamas, allowing the chill of night to wake her further. This was the spot where she met him face-to-face... Maybe he would show up again if she waited long enough. Maybe. Or had Humans taken him away, too...? It almost makes her want to cry...]
Knives...
One nightmare of her past was enough to deal with.
The memory of the pain and fear, the desperation she felt was still vivid to her, and made her want to seek out a certain man... An ally who would understand what it felt like to despise Humans so. But... she hadn't heard from him for so long, it made her worried. Had something happened? It's what's leading her to take a seat in the plaza, journal clutched tightly in her hands as she shivers in her pajamas, allowing the chill of night to wake her further. This was the spot where she met him face-to-face... Maybe he would show up again if she waited long enough. Maybe. Or had Humans taken him away, too...? It almost makes her want to cry...]
Knives...

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It doesn't help that her mind is also replaying the images of her dream for her, making her grab her right wrist subconsciously. Like she could still feel the tubes sucking out her sachi and blood, replacing it with something else that made her burn from the inside.]
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All the while she's leaning into him, still clutching the journal tightly. She didn't even take the time to put on shoes when she ran out.]
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[Still worried, though. He'll wait until she speaks up.]
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... Freyjadour? [What was he doing out here anyway?]
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[A round about way of admitting he's having a similar problem, really. He doesn't want to bother her with his issues.]
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... My last mother and previous father died because of me...
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But most of my siblings don't even remember their birth parents...
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