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The Apartment above Covent Garden; Monday Evening [06/15].

Amaya was starting to feel incredibly uncertain about all of this, but any social situation was likely to make her feel awkward regardless of if it was a whole group of people or just one. Honestly, she'd rather just go back home and hole up inside her room with a book and not have to see anyone if she could but she was already mostly there by the time she'd inexplicably turned into her awkward teenaged self, and, really, there was no point in turning back. That's what a coward did, and she didn't want to be a coward. She wanted to be brave and bold like her heroes in all her epic stories, like that woman who fought the dragon and saved those kids from the witch. If she was going to be bold like that but couldn't even make it through a movie night with a friend, then what hope did she have? So she took in a deep breath, bolstered herself witha courage that she wasn't really feeling, and made it to the apartment to knock on the door.

She really hoped she didn't regret this. She could be reading about King Lars the Left-Handed tonight! Ugh! Books were so much easier than people!

[[ for she who lives there, because I am terrible and also an addict to this event, but I might be actually done spamming the friends list now MAYBE ]]

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Seivarden gave her a look. "You know this is the island. Have I ever kissed you the first thing I do?"

"Ugh," said Amaya, making a face and folding her arms, though whether this disgruntled response was more for the island or for the kissing was anyone's guess, "no..."

And Seivarden was suddenly a little kid who looked up at Amaya.

"Well, I wouldn't do that anyway."

She crossed her arms.

Amaya bit her lip, as if holding back a laugh, because this was getting to be almost silly and little kid Seivarden was just the thing to push it over into absurd.

"I'm almost afraid," she said, still on the edge of that laugh, "what's going to happen when we try to actually get to the movie now..."

Seivarden frowned. "I hate this island."

Amaya grinned a little, pointing a finger at Seivarden. "Your fault," she accused playfully. "You're the one who suggested we try a movie this week."

"I didn't know this was going to happen," Seivarden said, looking at Amaya.

"Do you want to come in?" She added, a little embarrassed.

"I would," said Amaya, still smirking, still pointing, "but I appear to be stuck like this."

Which was when Seivarden leaned in to kiss her again.

"Well," said Amaya, far more receptive.of that kiss now as she dropped her head (and her hand) and grinned, "that seemed to have worked well, but if we're getting I to that, I think we really do need to take up your suggestion to move it inside."

So Seivarden tugged her inside, kissed her again, and slammed the door shut behind her.

"Couch? Bedroom?"

"...Dagger?" offered Amaya, as if it was a third option, sounding far more confused that her confident pose may have suggested, as the first thing she did when she actually got into the apartment was hold one up proudly for Seivarden to take.

"Why would I want a dagger?" Seivarden said, frowning.

"I don't know!" said Amaya, trying not to feel disheartened over such a blatant rejection of her random dagger. "But fine. You don't have to take it. I'll just set it down," she leaned over to do just that, "leave it here."

Seivarden leaned against the wall. "At least it's a dagger and not a sword."

And just when you thought Amaya had set the dagger down...guess who was lifting it back up again triumphantly.

"Are you sure you don't want it, then?" she asked with a hopeful.jaunt in her voice. "It's a nice dagger, you know. One of my finest!"

"Well, if you insist," Seivarden said, smiling and holding his hand out.

Funny enough, though, when Amaya handed that dagger over to Seivarden, the rush of excitement was gone. She didn't feel victory or accomplishment or even happiness. She just suddenly felt very sad, looking away as she let it go.

"What's wrong?" Seivarden asked, still smiling. "It's a really nice dagger."

"W-what?" asked Amaya, looked up, eyes wide as she was pulled out of her sad reverie. A blush of embarrassment started to spread across her cheeks. Flustered. Maybe a little angry...with herself, for letting the emotion show. "What do you mean? Nothing...nothing's wrong. Where did you even get an idea like that?"

"Amaya," Seivarden said, frowning. "Stop that. Something is clearly wrong."

And that sad face was back, despite Amaya's efforts to claim otherwise. "There isn't," she sighed, avoiding her eyes again. "I'm...fine..."

Even she wasn't sure she could believe that.

Seivarden turned and walked into the lounge, turning her head to look at Amaya.

"You clearly need some tea."

And, just like that, Amaya's mood lifted, jumping to practically the complete other side of the spectrum. Her eyes lit up and she laughed, beaming. "Tea," she declared with enthusiasm, following after Seivarden, "sounds perfect!"

"Really?" Seivarden gave her a look.

"Did I stutter??"

If that last transition was a it of a whiplash in terms of mood, it was nothing compared to this one, especially since Amaya suddenly was not Amaya at all, but instead that ninja soldier of the Foot Clan who had attacked Seivarden that one time, and she grit her teeth and scowled angrily as her question while electricity snapped and sparkled around her menacingly.

For some reason, the only response to this that Seivarden could think of was to lean in and kiss the suddenly appearing ninja soldier.

That seemed to be her solution to a lot of things this evening! So it shouldn't have surprised Amaya as much as it did, as she pulled back from the kiss, back to herself, at least, bit with a hand drawn up close as if for protection.

Fingers slightly curled as if in a fost, as if for extra protection as she gave Seivarden a confused, bewildered look.

Seivarden leaned back against the wall.

"So, tea?"

Despite the faint dizziness from all this back-and-forth, Amaya settled into a easy, comfortable smile. "Tea," she agreed. "And quickly. Before my mood shifts or you try and kiss me again."

Issa suddenly appeared, staring up at Amaya and rubbing herself against her legs.

"Ah!" Suddenly, there was something warm and furry against her legs, starling Amaya to a distressing degree. "What was--Issa!" She went to scoop the cat up. "Where'd.you come from?"

Seivarden, who was suddenly a teenager, ran a gloved hand through her hair.

"I think she likes you. You she just expects you to give her food."

"Well, of course she does," said Amaya, even though she dropped the cat to put her hands on her hips as she grinned proudly. "What's not to like?"

Seivarden, who suddenly had long hair and different body parts, said: "I suppose you have a point, as long as you don't blow anything up."

And Amaya's bright but constrained smile, recently free from braces, matched a nervous sort of innocent laugh. "Blow anything up?" she asked. "Why...why would I blow anything up? I'm not going to blow anything up! I would never!"

But it did sound like a lot of fun! She would hate to get in any sort of trouble for it, though!

Seivarden glanced upwards.

"I've seen our alternate reality child do. She must have go it from somewhere."

Saying this to a child was a bit odd, but never mind.

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