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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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[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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...No, not really. Just one of those things that feels sort of familiar for no reason, I guess - you'd think I'd be used to this shit by now, right?
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[...that made sense in his head, okay.]
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What.
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...Sort of. Don't worry about it, though.
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[...]
I just got the feeling earlier that maybe I've done something like this with someone before. Not this exact thing, but...I don't know. Something else made me think that too, earlier - that there's someone I should be remembering.
I don't know if they're good or bad or what. Just...someone, maybe.
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[It's nice to hear that Kimbley's sort of remembering something!]
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[Because there's always the possibility they're not.]
You ever wonder if someone's looking for us?
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[He's not really sure though, so he falls silent. Kimbley's question is kind of distressing, if only because it's something Naki's been wondering since he woke up here.]
...I don't really know. In my case, I mean. I don't... know if there's anyone that would even miss me, much less try to look for me. I don't really know.
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Why don't you think anyone would miss you?
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[He sighs, shaking his head.]
But I mean, even if no one's looking for me, someone's probably looking for you!
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[...Let him play with your hair some more, okay.]
Like I said, though, we can look out for each other now. And even if no one's looking for us...well, that just means there's not gong to be anyone stopping us from doing whatever we want. Nothing to go back to, but nothing keeping us from moving forward. It's not so bad.
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Yeah. I mean once we get out of here, we can do whatever we want, regardless of who we were or whatever! It's better to rely on ourselves than anyone else, right?
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[He seems really pumped now, at least? That might not be a good thing given that it's Naki...]
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[...And after that there really aren't any words, but there is a lot of aggressive cuddling because holy shit, this feels really good for some reason. He's not entirely sure he can say why without descending into sheer wharrgarbl, but he's not going to think too long about it. Just...cuddling.]
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But really, "safe" is a good way to describe it, as weird as it sounds to just flat-out word it like that; it's another one of those strange, almost-familiar feelings, though Kimbley still has no idea why. He's happy with it, though, even outside of that - it's not just the memory, weird and vague though it is, it's the experience itself.]
You know we can do this whenever you want, right?
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...Yeah? I mean, I don't see why we wouldn't, it's just...
[He trails off slowly, narrowing his eyes as he thinks.]
I dunno, I guess I kinda thought this was a one-time thing or it was like... reserved for when I'm in tears or something. Don't get me wrong, I'm really glad to hear that it's not a one-time thing!
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[Naki, why...]
We both obviously like it a lot.
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[He's not sure why he thought that, given that it's Kimbley, and Kimbley seems like the last person to give a fuck whether something's weird or not. Well, besides the cannibalism thing but that's completely different!]
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