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SIRENSPULL - contact.
[Cue mechanical answering machine voice.]
"You have dialed the number for N-I-L-L. This person is unavailable. Please leave a message after the beep."
[...BEEP]
"You have dialed the number for N-I-L-L. This person is unavailable. Please leave a message after the beep."
[...BEEP]
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Okay. How - how've you been?
Good.
It's okay. It's... always like this. You know.
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She nods though, understanding entirely, despite the way her gaze lingers where the wounds had been visible for a moment longer. It's been a long time since she saw something like that. Hidan-- she knows he was like Heine had been, a little. He healed. But she hadn't seen him heal before.
Her smile turns somewhat reassuring, though, and she hesitates briefly before holding out a hand, and gesturing with the other towards the apartment. Come inside? She was sure something of Shika's or Naruto's would fit him-- and he could get cleaned up, and... whatever else.]
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I'm fine.
It's all right if I come in, then?
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Likewise, her fingers just barely brush against his palm, until she moves to lead him along by hooking their fingertips together, however light the touch might be. Her smile brightens in regard to the question, and she immediately nods. Yes, yes, of course! Naruto wasn't home, and his friend wasn't around - they couldn't object if they wanted to, and if they did, well... she wouldn't let them, not this time.
There's probably a flight or two of stairs that she has to lead him up before they actually get to the apartment, but it shouldn't take too long.]
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The apartment itself is decently sized, and opens up into a hallway almost as soon as you enter. There might be a slight smell of flowers, too, between the flowers in Nill's own room and the plants in Naruto's. Modestly furnished, blah blah blah, lights on... no one else is home at the moment, however.]
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Yours?
...is there usually someone here with you?
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Sometimes. Naruto and I both have jobs, so we are't always here at the same time.
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What's your job?
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[Watching him pull off the jacket, though, and holding up the NV again after a brief moment.]
I'll be right back. [And after holding up a hand to show that it's fine, she'll head down the hall to the room at the back, pausing only briefly at the door before ducking inside. A moment later she comes back out with an older looking shirt, definitely a boy's, and holds it out for him with a smile.]
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Thanks.
Are you -- -- are you doing all right?