Naminé wasn't quite there yet when Nana made it over. The trip was a little bit longer for her, but soon enough she arrived. Noticing the very distinct appearance of her friend, she gripped her bag of sketchbooks and pencils to her chest and hurried forward.
"Nana?" she questioned, really hoping she hadn't made the mistake of asking after the wrong person. "It's me, Naminé."
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"Nana?" she questioned, really hoping she hadn't made the mistake of asking after the wrong person. "It's me, Naminé."