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2016-11-08 02:29 pm (UTC)
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[The more they soar up into the sky, the tighter Naminé clutches at Nike's sleeve, her eyes as wide as saucers. How can she possibly commit all these beautiful shades of color to paper? She could mix her paints for years and still not get any of it right. Maybe this is what they mean by fleeting pleasures.
She glances up at her friend at her encouragement, her face flushing pink.]
Shouting? Um...okay.
[Shouting is one of the last things that Naminé is good at, but here goes nothing. She sets her hands to the side of her mouth to amplify her voice as she calls out.]
Thank you so much!
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She glances up at her friend at her encouragement, her face flushing pink.]
Shouting? Um...okay.
[Shouting is one of the last things that Naminé is good at, but here goes nothing. She sets her hands to the side of her mouth to amplify her voice as she calls out.]
Thank you so much!