[ it's really interesting to feel her bashfulness. it mixes with the emotions of the memory in an odd way and he's--really kind of flattered watching this. even as he thinks, is there no one on this earth that doesn't think of me like a puppy? seriously.
if he could kiss her in the drift, he would. ( maybe if they've got the time before they finish up he'll see if they can't do that. ) the room shifts a little as he lets his own perceptions of this night leak into the memory. the way he thought she was so damn pretty and the way his heart beat against his rib cage so hard when she smiled at him and wrote her number on his hand. i may never wash this hand again, eighteen-year-old raleigh had thought.
and he never, ever told yancy about that thought because it was kind of stupid, but he was really kind of star struck by her.
you up for something more difficult? he thinks, but before he can get an answer out of her the scene changes again. maybe if he was more experienced in hopping from rabbit hole to rabbit hole it wouldn't have. but he doesn't, so they end up in an alleyway. the trashcans that line it all have kanji on them and there's a little girl in a blue peacoat that comes rushing in and hides behind a can.
he'd asked mako if he could use this memory since it's distant enough from anything he and naomi has experienced to hopefully not shake them up too much as they ease their way into naomi's more painful memories. she'd agreed and he's grateful for that. it's a little like mental whiplash to go from nice nights at bars to onibaba. he can't imagine what it would be like to go from that to what they came here to find. ]
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if he could kiss her in the drift, he would. ( maybe if they've got the time before they finish up he'll see if they can't do that. ) the room shifts a little as he lets his own perceptions of this night leak into the memory. the way he thought she was so damn pretty and the way his heart beat against his rib cage so hard when she smiled at him and wrote her number on his hand. i may never wash this hand again, eighteen-year-old raleigh had thought.
and he never, ever told yancy about that thought because it was kind of stupid, but he was really kind of star struck by her.
you up for something more difficult? he thinks, but before he can get an answer out of her the scene changes again. maybe if he was more experienced in hopping from rabbit hole to rabbit hole it wouldn't have. but he doesn't, so they end up in an alleyway. the trashcans that line it all have kanji on them and there's a little girl in a blue peacoat that comes rushing in and hides behind a can.
he'd asked mako if he could use this memory since it's distant enough from anything he and naomi has experienced to hopefully not shake them up too much as they ease their way into naomi's more painful memories. she'd agreed and he's grateful for that. it's a little like mental whiplash to go from nice nights at bars to onibaba. he can't imagine what it would be like to go from that to what they came here to find. ]