Room 206, Saturday Morning

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Valentine's night had been, as nights rife with nightmares tend to go, not the greatest night ever. There had most certainly been kicking and flailing about, and so he wasn't terribly shocked to find that when he woke up in the morning, he was alone in his bed.

With a sigh and a stretch, he oozed out of bed to greet the day. Some stretching. Some juggling. Pulling on his best ripped coat. Smiling over at the girlfriend where she slept in her be--

...

"Naminé?"

[For the girlfriend, of course!]

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Naminé yawned. And wriggled deeper into the covers.

"I don't want to get up yet," she said. "Can we sleep in? Pleeeeeeease? It's Saturday."

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"It is, indeed, Saturday," Valentine agreed, creeping closer to the bed to peer at the child that was sleeping in it. ... "You are Naminé, right?"

It never hurt to ask to be sure.

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Naminé giggled, before reaching up to boop Valentine right where his nose was. More or less.

"Yup," she said. "Na-mi-né. Who else would I be?"

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Valentine stared with his mouth agape for a moment or so.

... Fandom Weirdness strikes again.

"Perhaps a monkeybird," he mused, "though you have no beak. Maybe a squirrel, as you are rather small..."

He'd been a child here, once, himself. Of course this was possible. Ah, Fandom.

She was rather bloody adorable, though, wasn't she?

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And that just made her giggle harder. "I'm not small! I'm perfectly me-shaped."

She peeled back the covers and stood up, proudly, her hands on her hips. She was only a little higher than his waist.

"If I were a monkeybird I'd say 'Bob', and if I were a squirrel I'd be fuzzy. I'm a Naminé. I draw things."

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"Yes, yes you do," Valentine agreed, and it was difficult not to grin at how bloody adorable she was, here. "You draw things very well. But monkeybirds know words other than 'Bob.' Perhaps you're a very well-educated monkeybird. You might have to prove that you're you, and not Malcolm Junior."

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Naminé considered this very seriously.

"Can monkeybirds ... do this?" she asked. And she proceeded to spin around in circles with her arms out until she got very dizzy.

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Valentine tilted his head, carefully weighing this piece of evidence.

Hmmm.

"Hmmm. That is very convincing," he informed her, "but I may need more proof. To be certain, you understand."

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"Can monkeybirds do this?" she asked. Before attempting a handstand.

It was very nearly a handstand, until she fell over with a thud.

Monkeybirds could, presumably, fail at handstands, so it was perhaps not as convincing as she'd hoped.

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Valentine tapped his finger to his chin.

"Come to think of it, I don't recall ever seeing a monkeybird do something quite like that," he decided. "So you must be a Naminé. Or perhaps a chicken."

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"Ow," Naminé said, sitting up. "Chickens can't talk, silly. So if I were a chicken I couldn't say 'ow.' Or 'I'm not a chicken.' I'm not."

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"Chickens can, indeed, talk," Valentine informed her, with all the flair and dignity of someone who did, indeed, know better.

Because they could. It was a muppet thing.

"I've seen them do it."

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"Those must be broken chickens," Naminé decided. "Chickens aren't supposed to talk at all."

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"And fish aren't supposed to swim," Valentine pointed out, "but they do that here."

Well, they did. It was weird.

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"Of course fish swim," Naminé grinned. "If they didn't, they'd drown."

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"Drown in what, exactly?"

Well, the water, certainly. But that was because here-fish were strange, strange creatures, indeed.

There-fish certainly made far more sense. They eliminated the risk of drowning altogether by simply avoiding the water.

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This made Naminé giggle. "Water," she said. "Unless fish can't drown in water. Maybe only people drown in water. Maybe fish drown in air."