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after getting out of stasis... : D

[likethelight]

[ A voicemail? A text message? Think again, you're dealing with a Victorian who hasn't gotten over his distrust of technology yet—and who also is so unsure if he even should contact Nike or just try to melt into nonexistence away from her that those seemed far too direct. What if she responded back immediately.

Therefore she will find a note slipped under her door the next time she returns home. ]

<< INTENSELY BLURRY SMUDGES >> Nike,

Did you say you could help me pick out new clothes sometime? I don't seem to have any.

Allen

[ Yes, that's it. After having disappeared for over three months and everything that happened, that's all he wrote.

It would also seem to have been scrawled by a four year old. ]

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[There was definitely one thing Nike never thought she would ever receive again after joining such an advanced civilized: a letter. Especially slid under her door, conveniently sitting on her hard-wood floor.

Her current expression having found such a rare item will be difficult to describe. All she knew was: she was excited about its potential contents. After all, who would send her anything? She doesn't have many friends right now. Most of them have returned home over the last few months.

After opening the note, all she'll find is.....]

Huh? What the...?

[WAS THIS ACTUALLY A SECRET DRAWING MORE SO THAN A WRITTEN LETTER? IN SECRET CODE MAYBE? Nike could make out some of the words, but for the most part....huh? Did a child learn to draw make this for her? Why would such a small child write her a letter? Nike knew many of the neighboring children from the natives, but she hasn't spoken to many of them in a good while. Did she particularly help any of them?

Taking a seat on her soft bed, concentrated fully on the letter she had in her hands, Nike will reread the contents as many times as she could until...]

Huh!? Allen made this for me!?

[Okay! Was this the Allen she first met in this world or a different Allen? Could it be this letter was written at the time everything was odd and out of sync? Why would he give her this letter now? Was this letter very important to the child version of Allen? Or the Allen from this world? She was having a hard time deciding which Allen sent this to her.

She will fall deep in meditation, looking through her memories, trying to remember the name of the children she has met and/or befriended only to realize.]

I only know of one Allen....

[So either Allen was a disaster of a writer or his child version made it for her, but it wouldn't make any sense if it were the case. Even when time was so weird a few months ago, Nike had no memory of anything she did especially as a small child. Which means....]

So he....has really sloppy handwriting?

[Looking up at her window screen roof, Nike will stare at the sky with a thoughtful gaze while remembering the image of Allen Walker. A formal, very polite boy with the appearance of a beautiful fairy; she never once imagined for him to have such a weakness. Laying down on her bed while her green eyes look up at the sky, she will continue to think of the mysterious boy filled with feathers and a stubborn streak, who was filled with so many different scars, ones she couldn't ask about due to the blood loss, it will leave her feeling very pensive. How long has it been since then? Three months, huh?]

Does he still remember the invitation I made him? [Lifting the letter over her vision, replacing the sky, she will read it over once remembering...] I did offer. Cause his clothes were torn after the whole incident.

[Which makes her realize.]

He isn't naked out there, is he? Not hiding behind a bush or anything like that!? Why didn't he wait for me!? I didn't take that long to get back! [Thinking about it.] Actually, when did he drop this off, could it be!? [But quickly realizing.] Shoot I've been wasting my time here.

[Nike will quickly sit up, run out of her room, and begin to search for the white hair boy all over the place. Behind bushes, by the trash, over where trees could be, and so on. Nike searched, searched, and searched by calling his name or asking others if they've seen anyone by his description (without pointing out his clothing issues unless she asked certain individuals if they have seen a naked boy around the neighborhood).

It isn't until when the sun was setting did Nike halt her search. Once it gets dark, she doubts she could find him, not to mention it was clear he was nowhere to be found. Nike tried to send him a message only to find she couldn't. He hadn't registered his inbox just yet.

A disappointed sigh will be given at the realization.]

After all this time, you finally reached out to me, only to leave it so one-sided...

[She couldn't give him a proper response. And somehow, she doubts she'll easily find him at the same place Link used to live in too. It was an odd feeling while all at once...she had no doubt it'd be the case.]

...it always felt....he wanted to put distance between us...

[Which she never allowed. Nike could tell he was the type to be skittish about connections. His silver eyes always seem to be so distant and lonely. There were moments he would force a smile. And yet, even though, she knew all of this, she also knew...]

He didn't want to be alone either. Or else he wouldn't have accepted any of my invitations or...

[Sent her a letter about wanting to go clothes shopping. He accepted her invitation to it. He made a handwritten letter declaring his interest. For Nike, handwritten letters are personal! Especially in a world all about distant connections through machines. People no longer wrote letters to one another anymore. There was no need.

A piece of Nike wanted to use the wind to find him via tracking his voice or breath. It'd be easier with the former than the latter unless he was breathing very hard right now. But turning to the setting sun, watching the sky, and her surroundings begin to darkened, Nike knew it'd be best to find him another time with less intrusive methods. He wouldn't appreciate her sudden appearance either.

Taking out the letter from the pocket of her dress, Nike will place a tender hand over it while heading back home.]

For now, I won't worry about it! If he is really naked, he'll come back to go shopping. I won't force his hand this time! It must have taken a lot of guts to write this letter, knowing I'll learn something about him today.

[With a wider smile as she holds onto it closely.]

This is going on the fridge! Maybe it'll help boost his confidence if he finds it there someday!