[Closed] One, two, three, not only you and me.

[whatagoodgirl]

Who: Nakama and Johan, Nakama and Nill, and Nakama and Gau
What: A whole lot of meetings involving sightseeing, typing, and note-sharing.
When: Day 24 (I think?), various times.
Where: Loki district and Heimdall district.
Rating: G, will edit if it changes.

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Comments

[uglyinside]

It's fine. [ He puts up his hand in an easing gesture. ] Your place, then?

[whatagoodgirl]

[She manages to hide her inward relief that they're going to her own house, both because of the unsettling feeling that another house brings and because - well, she's still a bit unsure about Loki.]

Sure. [She climbs down from the carriage, then, remembering Johan's earlier act, stops and addresses the driver.] I hope you get to go home soon. It's getting cold. Enjoy the rest of your day.

[She gets no response, but it does feel a bit better talking to him.]

[uglyinside]

[ Johan folds up the blanket as she speaks to the driver, placing it back into his bag and then steps off the carriage. He gives the driver a wave, himself, and begins to walk beside Nakama. ]

Are there any rules I should know about before coming over?

[whatagoodgirl]

Rules? [Surprisingly, that gets a little laugh out of her.] No, nothing like that. Heimdall's just like any other house, except people might be more inclined to step in and say something if you look sick or upset. We worry about one another.

[Gently.] We care about one another.

[uglyinside]

It sounds like you take pride in where you were assigned.

[whatagoodgirl]

Honestly, it was... a bit alarming at first. I showed up and everyone kept saying "Are you alright? Do you need food? Do you need to sit down?" This big shock we'd all been through, and everyone was worried about me.

But - I think I do, now. It's nice to be someplace where people care.

oh jeez, no notif for this :( I'm so sorry.

[uglyinside]

You didn't have that, before? [ He's going to let Nakama lead the way to the Heimdall house, of course. ]

that's okay! happens to me all the time <3

[whatagoodgirl]

Well, my mom cared about me, of course. But she mostly just let me get on with it. She didn't fuss.

And... I didn't really have a lot of friends before I came here. [Tucking her hands into her pockets and hunching her shoulders a little.] I didn't have any friends, until a Nature School last summer.

[uglyinside]

You know what it's like to be alone. [ He says, understanding, before looking over at her. ] Before I went to University, I didn't have any friends, either. There's always that special someone who reaches out to you, though. Isn't there?

[whatagoodgirl]

Why not? [She blinks up at him, surprised, then shakes her head vigorously.] No, I'm sorry. That's too personal. I'm just... I can't imagine you with no friends.

[uglyinside]

[ He smiles a bit wistfully. ] Oh, it's not too personal at all. I was always deeply involved in my studies, so I could one day get into Law School, and tried my best to make my parents proud. [ He seems to be fondly recalling... a completely bullshit story. ]

I never really fit in. It took a while for me to come out of my shell. Perhaps you know what that's like...

[whatagoodgirl]

Yeah, I do. [Seriously.] Coming here, having people be so kind to me... it did take awhile to trust it all. I spent a long time waiting for it all to fall apart.

[uglyinside]

You no longer feel that way? [ Innocently. ]

[whatagoodgirl]

[He does ask the hard questions at times.]

Sometimes. [Honestly.] I feel like there's a real me they haven't seen yet, and when that happens... but I've trusted some of my friends here with a lot, and they haven't let me down. They haven't turned their backs on me yet.

[uglyinside]

The real you? [ He looks ahead, repeating it to himself. ] The real you.

Why is that? If you don't mind me asking.

[whatagoodgirl]

[A chill runs through her. It always comes down to this moment, doesn't it?]

Johan... if I tell you something... please don't let it change your opinion of me. I can't make you promise, but please try.

[uglyinside]

[ He decides they should keep up the walking, to perhaps alleviate a bit of the tension for Nakama. Though the smile he wears is unwavering, there's a look of concern.]

Of course I'll try.

[whatagoodgirl]

Um, well... there's a reason I had no friends back home, and wasn't really treated all that well. My mom, too. We lived in a small town, where people can be really judgmental and everyone knows everything about everyone else, and everyone knew...

... it was my mom's job. It made people think that she was a bad person, an immoral person, and that I must be the same because she raised me.

[There's such a long pause that he may think she's not going to drop the bomb. But finally, she does, her pace speeding up as though trying to escape him.]

She's a prostitute.

[uglyinside]

[ Johan blinks quite slowly, registering this. He looks understanding, instead of sympathetic, and sort of lets her walk ahead. ]


You were surrounded by very simple-minded people, then. It sounds like you were better off without them.

[whatagoodgirl]

[She stops dead, and her head whips around.]

Wh-what?

[uglyinside]

[ He locks eyes with her, stepping in closer. ]

I hope they never once succeeded in making you feel ashamed of her.

[whatagoodgirl]

[She turns fully to face him, and she can't stop her eyes from welling up with tears.]

Not once.

[uglyinside]

[ He nods, and holds his hand out to her. ]

What a wonderful daughter you must be, then.

[whatagoodgirl]

[She accepts it shyly, smiling through her tears.]

That's because I had such a wonderful mother.

[They've crossed a few borders now, and are in Heimdall's District. The house is just up ahead.]

[uglyinside]

[ He gives it a gentle squeeze, before entwining their fingers. He urges to continue walking, not thinking anything of holding hands with her. ]

My friend back at University. He has a story like yours. You're not alone... [ Trailing off, he is looking around now that they are in the District, noticing the slightest differences in architecture and atmosphere in comparison to Loki's District. ]

How strange. I almost prefer this to my own District, already. I don't suppose one could just move out, though.