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[exnihilo]

Mira sidles up to you. She's friendly, but not excessively so, not suspiciously so. She seems like a wallflower finally trying to ease out of her shell, or some similar mixed metaphor. In the cafeteria, it's 'Hey, do you mind if I sit with you?' and a small smile. In the hallways it's falling into step, one shoulder tilted awkward and shy. 'Hi. You're so-and-so, right?' In the library she asks what you're reading; on the deck she mentions the stars are beautiful. It's mild and banal, which isn't the point. The point is getting close enough to deftly tap a sticky note on your back. Don't worry, it only says your name.

[OOC: Mira is trying to do this for everyone, so David knows where people are! She also wished to remember, meaning her own past. Instead she's going to get other people's memories - critical, trivial, or things they had forgotten. Feel free to toss her one!]

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[exnihilo]

[She blinks, seriously considers the question, rhetorical or not.]

I don't know. I don't really think of things in terms of debts. I think of things in terms of intimacy.

And I wanted to you to know.

[Not you deserved to know. She just wanted.]

I won't pretend.

[Plain, solemn as a promise without being sentimental. She might forget in truth, but she won't pretend.]

[characterdefect]

[She wanted him to know. Even though she doesn't know him well, she has to know that he is dangerous - could use that information against her, if he wanted to. And yet.]

[He puts his hand on her shoulder, after a moment of internal debate.]

Thank you. [He doesn't even know what he's thanking her for. Just that she has done something kind for him, something terribly unwise and kind.]