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tampered2007-01-02 04:20 pm
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Log; Complete
When; Jan. 02
Rating; PG
Characters; Nemu {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sciencedaughter} & Hisoka {empathed}
Summary; Nemu seeks out the empath Hisoka to understand things she can't on her own. AKA the girl knows nothing about emotion.
Log;
Nemu didn’t know what to think.
So many things had happened in such a short span of time. She’d spent the entirety of the holiday contemplating emotion, trying to understand things. How she felt, why she felt, why she’d never been able to do such things before… and had always hit a wall she was unable to pass. So she had been told of the empath, sought him out. Kurosaki Hisoka. Having been told that he wasn’t usually so nice, so accommodating, Nemu was exceedingly grateful for his help.
Feeling guilty enough that only a cursory scan of her emotions and mind had sent the empathy to unconsciousness before, she had still asked if he would delve deeper. She didn’t know why, she was usually not one for pushing from others, for asking for anything. But… she had to know. Had to know things. Certain things.
And so, the creation nervously adjusted a pillow on the sofa, casting one last look about the spotless, spartan apartment, standing stock-still by the door to await the empath’s arrival.
Rating; PG
Characters; Nemu {
sciencedaughter} & Hisoka {empathed}Summary; Nemu seeks out the empath Hisoka to understand things she can't on her own. AKA the girl knows nothing about emotion.
Log;
Nemu didn’t know what to think.
So many things had happened in such a short span of time. She’d spent the entirety of the holiday contemplating emotion, trying to understand things. How she felt, why she felt, why she’d never been able to do such things before… and had always hit a wall she was unable to pass. So she had been told of the empath, sought him out. Kurosaki Hisoka. Having been told that he wasn’t usually so nice, so accommodating, Nemu was exceedingly grateful for his help.
Feeling guilty enough that only a cursory scan of her emotions and mind had sent the empathy to unconsciousness before, she had still asked if he would delve deeper. She didn’t know why, she was usually not one for pushing from others, for asking for anything. But… she had to know. Had to know things. Certain things.
And so, the creation nervously adjusted a pillow on the sofa, casting one last look about the spotless, spartan apartment, standing stock-still by the door to await the empath’s arrival.