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Character(s): Linali and Rin.
Content: Distraught, the exorcist finally gives into her selfish desire to talk to someone about her woes.
Setting: Strolling the tranquil halls of the Matteus Museum of Art.
Time: Around afternoon or early evening.
Warnings: 'NALI ANGST, omg.

Fifteen to twenty minutes it was. Being ready and dressed up, the teen was able to head out the door at comment's notice. Almost bolting out the main entrance doors, the exorcist was extremely eager to see Rin again. It had been three (or was it four?) days since that night.

That night. So much happened then: saved people, chaperoned them to safety, went back and forth in the domes. It wasn't all that different from her job, but the disappearance of her friends pushed her to exhaustion. Her body's fatigue was gone by now, but mulling over myriad concepts of the disgrace drained her. She even lost weight over it; she only ate to eat, yet even then it wasn't much. The evenings between were stretched, worrisome, hopeful, but fruitless.

Where were they? Where did they go? Will they come back? Why...

Linali's psychobabble continued as she maintained a long face for the duration of a train ride.

First Kanda, then Rabi, then Gunzi. She was losing pieces one by one--and so carelessly. If Kanda wasn't back in three days, she was going to go out herself.

He was gone before that happened.

Maybe Rabi was mad at her still, even though she apologized back home. But then again, the Rabi she had been with wasn't from her time. Same year with several weeks in between; not severe unlike other scenarios. It was still Rabi. He could have gotten mad about her foolishness and jumping into things so quickly without a word. Yeah, maybe that's why he left.

And Gunzi... she winced and clutched her arms in a shiver. She told him that she would take him with her. She told him that she would give him good memories and a better life. She promised.

But she broke it.

Was he back in that dreadful place he lived in? She didn't want that. Not for him, not for anybody. She knitted her brows in spite of herself, and her eyes nearly watered behind shut lids--but the train whistled and came to a hault. She tore from the painful reverie of "what ifs" and "could have dones," whiping at stinging eyes. She should have brought Kleenex just in case.

Despite the lack of tissue, Linali didn't make a pitstop. She had to get to the museum without any delay. The last thing she wanted was to make Rin wait.

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Even after three or four days of being away from the rest of the world, Rin was cautious. His hand held his katana loosely, fingers curled under the soba and thumb pressed against the curve, as though he was prepared to push it back out of the scabbard to defend himself. He decided to get up early, get dressed in his cleaned clothes--it was colder out, the jacket was a must now--and walk his way to the museum. It wasn't that far, as it was, and he needed to move about. He'd been a bit thoughtful in his room at the hotel, thinking on his brother and Akira, the Punishers...

A frown ruined the warm contentment that had been across his face only moments ago, and he rubbed at the side of his neck a little with his free hand that had been dangling at his side. Gunzi had disapeared, and Linali felt guilty for it. He couldn't bare to see her like this, he had to try and give her some form of comfort...

He lifted his hands quietly, briefly away from his sword, to breathe warm air against his fingers thoughtfully. Odd that even in this dome that there would be weather, though he'd sat and contemplated that stupid happy-happy sun for quite some time. The dome just confused him, but he would ignore it for now.

Now he flipped up the awkward hood of his jacket, still identifiable if only because of it alone and that sword. Rin was desperately hoping that he wasn't going to end up being the late one, but he'd left in time to walk there... hopefully.

Linali exhaled shakily into the pale hands she cupped over her nose and mouth, some of her warm breath escaping through the gaps between her fingers. Sheets of transluscent clouds formed where her breath swept through. Clasping another button on her winter coat, she began to ascend the wide steps leading into the prestigious art museum. She found a place to lean against below the decorative iron and mohagony roof of building: a varnished pillar with just a little snow collected on its horizontal surfaces.

Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to go out in such cold with her condition--or maybe she should stop overthinking. She blocked out any desperate thoughts with his, Rin's, name and kept a glassy eye out for him. She sniffed. Her nose was clogging up now? Great timing. She frowned at the notion of falling ill at the precise moment she caught a familiar figure from the powder white. Nevertheless, she forced herself to lift her spirits, as well as an arm to wave.

"Hey! I'm over here!" she shouted. She hoped he didn't catch an unusual raspiness in her voice.

Bottom-of-the-sea blue-green eyes lifting up at the sound of a familiar, although oddly changed voice, Rin let them scan before ah. Although probably not easily seen, the young man gave a light smile before he jogged forwards to meet the Exorcist faster. While he was not as fast as Linali, his long legs and the skipping of a couple steps inbetween got him up there without much delay, hood spilling back and letting the white flakes dot in his hair now.

"I hope you haven't been waiting long, Linali." He let a warm smile cross over his face, but there was something of concern and question in his eyes. He had noticed something off about her voice when she called, and she looked... upset. Nonetheless, he would ask once they actually began talking of things. He didn't want to pry immediately.

She shook her head with a smile, contemplating his snow-sprinkled countenance briefly. "Nah, I just got here... Well, let's head inside. It's cold."

Linali sniffed every so often. She wrinkled her nose and wished she had some tissue. After requesting that they hand him their coats and hanging them neatly on a rack behind him, the clerk offered the long-haired girl a square pack of kleenex. Thanking him profusely, Linali immediately took a sheet and blew her nose. She meticulously folded the tissue into smaller squares as she used it, storing them into the plastic when it was completely used. This process would litter their journey around the museum, as well as apologizing for the bad luck.

Keeping some space between Rin and herself, the exorcist commented with a blocked nose, "I hope I don't pass this onto you."

A smile and nod, before the blonde followed after her calmly to get away from the cold. He was still worried, but he would wait.

Rin was hesitant on giving his coat to the man, but allowed him to as long as he could keep his katana. He was lucky he changed into a longer sleeved shirt before leaving... Making sure his sleeves were rolled down, he moved after her with a hand on the hilt of his sword before placing the other hand to the middle of her back. This occured while he willingly got closer, despite how she was obviously keeping space between them for the sake of him not getting sick.

"It's all right, Linali-chan. I don't get sick very often, and besides..." the smile grew warmer. "I am here for you to talk to, risk of getting sick or not."

The exorcist responded with a tired but thankful smile. She continued to pace through the quite museum halls, maintaining the separating distance; that is, until they reached a bench. Linali made a move for it, plopping in like a ton of bricks, the wood squeaking a little too loudly for the tranquil atmosphere.

'Oops,' she thought; then, scooting to the side to make room for Rin, she fell silent to mull over the feelings she wished to express in words. She hadn't meant to, but her face was sullen. She would have felt guilty for exposing such an inconvenient mood if she didn't feel convicted already.

A while that seemed to stretch an hour, the clock had merely crossed three dashes; she took a breath and squeezed her hands together. "So...thanks for coming. I....ugh, I don't know where to start. Maybe you'd like a drink, right? It's cold and warm cup of something could do us good, I think. I'll go get some."

She was escaping. She was embarassed, ashamed. Linali regretted calling him, bothering him, probably, although it was obvious he was anything but. Foolishness blinded and the only person she blamed was herself: for being so weak, so careless. The bitterness stung and she felt her nose swell; she covered her face.

Rin walked alongside her wordlessly, smiling gently despite the lack of innocence that clouded his mind, made him who he was. AREA:RAY had done things to his mind, had made him hard and bitter, but still there was that warmth that made him opposite to his brother. Shiki... held no warmth, it seemed, and an obsession to Akira... that must've been their only similarity, although Akira was a friend, not an obsession.

He listened as she spoke, moving to sit down on the bench. The smile turned into a frown as she tried to come up with a reason to leave. Shaking his head somewhat, though she had covered her face by now, the blonde decided to slide down the bench closer towards her, and do the first thing that came to mind.

Although he had not known Linali for long, he felt like he owed it to her. Gently, he put his arms around her in a hug, smiling but not so much as before. "It's all right, Linali-chan."

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