This sudden burst of sunlight

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Who: Namine and anyone who wants to visit her.
What: A Nobody pretends to be a Somebody until she can rescue her friends.
When: Early Feb
Where: Rockwell's Art Supply
Warnings: IDEK. It's Namine Like. Really. It's entirely on whatever characters are visiting, really.

A

Nora Whitney is a lovely girl if you ask Mr. Rockwell or any of the people who work at Rockwell's, for that matter. There are only a few people on staff, Nora being the newest. She's always willing to help, and she's often found drawing on her breaks, or when there isn't anyone at the register. 

When asked she'll say that she likes drawing things she sees, the pictures seeming to be of the city or of the many stars that are in the papers and the tabloids. She smiles kindly and tells them she likes music. It's not a lie. But it isn't the entire truth either. 

She's quite good at that, by now.

She tends to take the register nearer to closing, beforehand it's easier to find her roaming the store, restocking or cleaning. 

B

On her way to and from work, Nora tends to take all sorts of different paths. She leaves early from home to find new ones, and returns home late to keep looking some days, though she often shows up at any of her 'family's' workplaces to walk home with them, even if it's rather far away, and there is no real way she could've gotten there from her own work quite so quickly. 

She sometimes stops to draw, but mostly just seems to be wandering, wearing her patchwork leather bag and seeming to just take in everything she can see. 

Acting like a regular person is very new to her, afterall. 


 

Comments

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Namine is walking through the shelves with a stack of leather notebooks in her hands when she sees them. Immediately Namine walks over, her heels clicking on the tile as she walks and smiling kindly.

"Hello, Frisk."

She pauses and then looks up and around the store.

"Are you looking for something? Can I help?"

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Sure, she can help. Frisk takes their notebook out of their bag to show her, flipping through the pages. It's obviously full; some of the pages have writing, one side of old conversations, but a lot of them just have drawings of skeletons and various strange monsters, or else flowers and stalagmites. Or are they stalactites?

This place has a lot of fancy art stuff. They might like to look at it, were this home. But they're on a mission, money's a bit short, and you can get pens and pencils most anywhere.

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"Oh!"

That part is particularly easy. She can help them find the books.

"I have to go that way anyway." She shifts the books in her hands to make her point and gestures with her head. "Follow me."

"Do you know what kind of book you want?" She asks as she turns down the aisle they're on and begins to put the leather books away as she talks.

[determinate]

Frisk shrugs. Are there different kinds of notebooks? They always just figured one was like another. As long as it has paper in it and they can carry it around - tiny ones might seem a little more practical to keep on their person, but it's a real pain when messages stretch across multiple pages.

What kinds are there? they text.

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"Lots of kinds." She slides some of the leather books back, and then takes a step or two down the row.

"There are ones with lines, or ones without. There are big ones." Namine points to the top shelf where there is one that opens like a book and is nearly as big as her torso. "Or smaller ones." She points to another that folds overtop and has spirals.

"There are some that run longways." She points to a thin one that seems to mostly be unwieldy.

"And I have one like this now." Namine points to a tan one that opens like a book without lines on the pages. It's not as big as the ones that were on the top shelf, and it fits in her bag.

[determinate]

Frisk follows each gesture politely. They've never really thought this much about notebooks before. The longways one is obviously out; they need to be able to carry it around easily, and that's gonna fit weird in any bag they have. The big ones, too, though the idea of those is kinda attractive.

If they were gonna use it for writing only, a lined one would make sense. But the last notebook has kinda proved that they won't. And people don't really need lines to read words. Frisk picks up one of the ones like Namine owns herself and flips through it.