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[He doesn't remember anything. All he knows is that there's a bright light in his face and he just wants to sleep. After a couple of minutes of tossing and turning he finally opens his eyes and sits up. The room he's in is perfectly white, without any sort of interesting features. There's a desk and a chair, but nothing on either of them. They're as white as the walls and floor, and on closer inspection, the bed he's in is just as white and spotless as the rest of the room. The sheets are a bit on the stiff side even though he's been sleeping under them, and the bed is kind of hard for his liking, so he finally squirms out from under the covers and stands.
The clothes he's wearing strike him as being wrong, though he can't recall what the "right" clothes would be. They're white - like everything else - and they're very simple. He doesn't have anything to compare them to, but the material is soft and kind of thin and feels a little odd. He shrugs off his confusion about the clothes and starts for the door. Even the doorknob is white, which strikes him as strange for about half a second before he yanks the door open.
The room that he enters is spacious. Like the room he woke up in, everything is white. There's a sofa, a small table in front of the sofa, and a couple of plush chairs. There's a couple of doors leading elsewhere, and his first order of business is to see where they lead. One leads to a perfectly white kitchen which isn't interesting right now (though some part of him wonders if the food will be just as white) and the other door he comes to is locked. There should be a front door around here somewhere though, right? He doesn't want to be here. He can't remember why he's here (or anything, really) but being here doesn't seem right.]
The clothes he's wearing strike him as being wrong, though he can't recall what the "right" clothes would be. They're white - like everything else - and they're very simple. He doesn't have anything to compare them to, but the material is soft and kind of thin and feels a little odd. He shrugs off his confusion about the clothes and starts for the door. Even the doorknob is white, which strikes him as strange for about half a second before he yanks the door open.
The room that he enters is spacious. Like the room he woke up in, everything is white. There's a sofa, a small table in front of the sofa, and a couple of plush chairs. There's a couple of doors leading elsewhere, and his first order of business is to see where they lead. One leads to a perfectly white kitchen which isn't interesting right now (though some part of him wonders if the food will be just as white) and the other door he comes to is locked. There should be a front door around here somewhere though, right? He doesn't want to be here. He can't remember why he's here (or anything, really) but being here doesn't seem right.]

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No, it's... It sucked, but it's probably better to talk about it, right? I'm not gonna pretend that it was a good thing to discuss but... it's better than having shit suddenly sprung on me, I guess? It could've been worse is what I'm saying.
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[...not quite what he meant, hold on...]
...it's like saying I don't trust you, you know?
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[That gets Naki to fall silent while he considers Kimbley's words. He reaches up to run his fingers over his left ear while he thinks and his expression is anxious.]
...Do you trust me?
[That's the biggest concern here, isn't it?]
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Well, since I'm talking about fucking off to parts unknown with you after this is over, I'd better.
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[He's grinning though and now that that's confirmed, Naki's relaxing again.]
...I'm really glad, alright?
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[...]
You do have a point, though, we need to keep talking to each other about stuff, even if it's not good. Keep each other updated about what's going on and everything.
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Hey. We shouldn't work ourselves up over it - if something happens, we'll handle it, but there's no point in making a mess of ourselves for no reason, right?
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[Naki relaxes again, smiling easily.]
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[This is really nice; he's not...entirely sure what to do with how nice this is. For the time being he's okay with just enjoying it, though.]
You want to go draw some more, or do you want to just stay here for a while?
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[He doesn't want to leave right now. This is comfortable and warm and it'd probably be weird to do this later.]
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You're cute, you know that?
[Not like he's going to stop with the cuddling either, but still.]
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[WHOA DON'T CALL HIM OUT ON THIS]
There's nothing cute about me!! You're the cute one!!
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No, I'm pretty sure you're wrong on that.
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[...Honestly, he seems more confused than annoyed.]
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He'll worry about it later, right now this is...awkward, shut up.]
Yeah, well. I just don't like you being all upset like that.
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[It's not self-deprecating or anything, he just doesn't feel like anyone else would do that for him.
He hasn't missed how odd Kimbley's gotten though, and after a moment he calms down a bit.]
...Something on your mind?
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