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Hanamura Yosuke. I can't answer right now, but if you leave a message I'll be sure to get back to you!

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[inthejunk]

[He doesn't really get what just happened, but the smile is reassuring. Somehow, things are okay. This time, he does brush her face off with his sleeve. It's clean- Gilbert is really good at looking after them all.]

Better?

[reassures]

[Nill takes a deep, calming sort of breath, and nods, letting him wipe at her tears; the movement is obvious and doesn't bother her, and it seems to make him feel better. She nods, yes, better, but then she pauses to pull out her NV.]

Just Nill.

[You called her Nill-san again. She told you Nill was fine, didn't she?]

[inthejunk]

[That gets a small smile in return. He nods.]

Sorry, it's-it's hard to break habits, right?

[Nill. Nill, Nill, Nill. Just Nill. What would she do if he started adding the 'just' instead? Hmmm...]

[reassures]

[She would laugh at him - the thought nearly makes her giggle, but she's good at restraining herself from doing so.]

It's okay.

[inthejunk]

[He gives the table a look-and there's a brief flash of leaping up from it in terror for some reason-but then drops lazily into one of the chairs. His whole body is at least twenty times more relaxed now, and he props his chin on a palm casually.]

What do you think...yellow in here?

[reassures]

[...That was a strange flash. But it's much too fast for her to make any real sense of, so she sets about filling the kettle and setting it on the stove. They'd might as well still have tea, since they were in the kitchen.]

Yellow would be pretty.

[inthejunk]

Yeah...and maybe blue in the stairs. Blue like the sky in spring, you know?

[He makes a face at that, still a bit bitter of being robbed of the spring that had just started at home when he was pulled here.]

Please tell me the sky here is going to be blue in spring.

[reassures]

[She notably laughs at that - it shows in her expression and the way her wings shake, as well as her shoulder, and she leans back against the counter.]

Of course!

I really love the sky.

[inthejunk]

...Can you fly?

[It's a dumb question. He knows it is as soon as it leaves his mouth. Even though he's fallen asleep more than once during a physics lecture, even he can see that wings that size are just there to...what? Nothing, right? Some sort of unusual decoration. Probably not a very nice story, considering how much Just Nill hadn't wanted to talk about them when they met.]

[Only that's wrong too, isn't it? She certainly didn't meet him that day, even though she did. It makes that spot between his eyes start to ache again, ad he rubs it absently. No, there's definitely no way that wings like that can fly.]

Never mind, that's a stupid question, right? You must like the sky for the same reasons I do, right?

[And these images are nicer. A thousand clear days spent on hills and roof tops and beaches, watching the clouds roll past or the sun go down or the stars come out...]

Yeah. Definitely blue in the stairs.

1/3

[reassures]

[Nill seems more than a little surprised at the question - but she laughs, and her wings flutter, and she shakes her head.

It isn't that the question is actually funny - it's just that in three years of meeting people from so many different worlds, she'd never been asked that.]

[reassures]

[She wipes at her eye, and pulls out her NV, typing away as always.]

No-- but it feels like I can, sometimes. When the wind catches my wings, it feels really nice.

But I'm much too big to fly.

[reassures]

[She glances out the window then, the one behind the sink, and her smile softens a little. She fiddles with the NV for a moment before showing the next message. The images are lovely, and she'd linger in those memories all day if she could.]

I love watching clouds with Shika, or seeing the sun rise and set. It's all really beautiful.

[She pauses, and adds,] Before I got here, I'd never seen the sky.

[inthejunk]

[That's got to be the saddest thing he's ever heard. Yosuke frowns. No matter how lousy his days might be, he's always had the sun to tip his face up to. Or at least a cold, frustrating rain shower to curse at from the inside of an unfortunately placed dust bin.]

How is that possible?

[reassures]

There were levels.

[And after she shows him that message, she holds one hand parallel to the table top, and places her other hand parallel over that. Levels, see?]

Entire cities... maybe the whole world was like that.

[She holds one hand a little higher than the others had been.]

Only one level saw the sky.

[And then, she places a hand flat against the table.]

I always lived on the bottom.

[inthejunk]

Levels?

[He shakes his head, not really comprehending what she's trying to tell him.]

Like, an underground city?

[reassures]

It was a little like that.

[That's sort of how it worked in her world, at least. NG though... who even knows.]

[inthejunk]

...Damn.

When it gets warmer, I'll show you something cool, okay?

[reassures]

Something cool?

What is it?

[inthejunk]

A surprise.

[reassures]

Oh... alright.