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[Open Post] Evening, Residential Area
Things were falling apart - she didn't like it.
Nanase had a very set pattern to her days, for a very specific reason, and yet the last few it had collapsed in on itself. She still made it to class, to swim meet, to bed at the same time, but the bits in between didn't come naturally to her, like her feet had forgotten where to go. It had led to more than a couple run-ins with her folks, when she'd normally sidestep the chance by habit. She was thrown so off, she'd actually headed home today when her teammates did, and the blank stare her mother shot her in the kitchen was as oddly jarring as taking the time to dry her hair, or going through her closet and pulling out an old sweater and pants to replace her uniform.
The material felt fresh, never worn as she slipped back onto the street, and she pulled roughly at the stiff sleeves as she stomped through the snow still on the ground. She remained uncertain where to go, but her street eventually circled back around, passing near every house in town. Surely there wouldn't be many out in the middle of dinner time, or on the outskirts of town. And even if... What's so jarring about a girl taking an uncharacteristic walk around the neighborhood?
Nanase had a very set pattern to her days, for a very specific reason, and yet the last few it had collapsed in on itself. She still made it to class, to swim meet, to bed at the same time, but the bits in between didn't come naturally to her, like her feet had forgotten where to go. It had led to more than a couple run-ins with her folks, when she'd normally sidestep the chance by habit. She was thrown so off, she'd actually headed home today when her teammates did, and the blank stare her mother shot her in the kitchen was as oddly jarring as taking the time to dry her hair, or going through her closet and pulling out an old sweater and pants to replace her uniform.
The material felt fresh, never worn as she slipped back onto the street, and she pulled roughly at the stiff sleeves as she stomped through the snow still on the ground. She remained uncertain where to go, but her street eventually circled back around, passing near every house in town. Surely there wouldn't be many out in the middle of dinner time, or on the outskirts of town. And even if... What's so jarring about a girl taking an uncharacteristic walk around the neighborhood?
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She might have been playing off the oddities before, but now she was just baffled. What was so strange about a little snow?
...and why did just asking herself that feel... wrong? Wrong in a very different way from before, leaving her expression to briefly blank out.
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But... considering it now she couldn't help frowning as something occurred. "Classes weren't cancelled... Even when roads were covered." Did she really walk across town in that?
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And the sensation was so strange she abruptly waves it off, pasting on a forced indifference.
"It doesn't matter now - The storm's over. If it's anything to worry about, something else will pop up."
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It was just... She couldn't stand how things were suddenly getting different. But it was getting harder to think about, and she shook her head. "I don't know..."
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For once today, Nanase didn't feel two minds or uncertain about what she thought. She was quite happy to latch onto Mari's uncertainty.
"If it isn't just this or that and things are really getting... weird somehow-" Nanase stuttered there, since she honestly couldn't wrap her mind around any specifics like she apparently could. "It'll keep being weird."
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Even Mari was having trouble with anything more specific than what she'd already gone over, and it was so frustrating being unable to pinpoint exactly what was wrong.
But at least it really wasn't just her, so maybe she could stop feeling a little less like she was going crazy.
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She didn't feel quite comfortable admitting it anymore, whether it was the confusion that hit her moments ago, or the unknown cause was now looking much bigger than presumed.
And here she thought she just forgot to do some chore or something.
"I wouldn't be out here if things were normal."
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After a moment, she said, "Sorry for being weird. I'm just glad it's not just me."
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Nanase stuffed her hands into her pockets, getting more aware of the said odd weather by the second. But - even if she wanted to brush this whole mess aside - she did feel there was something unfinished here. So she tacked on a belated introduction, polite enough for its delay.
"I'm Shimizu Nanase, by the way."
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Regardless, she was still glad to at least get the name and responded simply, "Mariella Hale." She wondered briefly how old Nanase was, since she knew well enough that looks alone were hard to go by. Mari certainly didn't look eighteen.
"Do you go to school?"
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"Of course, I'm in the 8-A class. Why?"
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"Then- You work somewhere in town?"
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"So what if I do?"
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"I was just surprised! I...haven't seen you in a shop anywhere or anything."
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And Nanase was right about that, anyway. "You've probably never been to the café, then. Lily Garden."
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But, at least she wasn't holding her to her gawking, and, if only keep smoothing that over- "What kind of things do you serve?"
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"Asian-fusion," she answered, almost falling into her waitress role. "And drinks and baked goods so that it lives up to the 'café' part."
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Grant it, she usually made them herself, but perhaps it could inspire it. It felt like she'd been making the same dessert every night forever.
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"Then I'll stop by and see what you have- you work afternoons?"
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Pulling her coat tighter around her, she tagged on a "I better head back now."
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