The Meek and the Bold (Namine)

Namine smiled and tried her best not to laugh. She put her free hand to her lips to keep him from seeing. She had no doubt that Omar would jump to her rescue if she went to the bar. He had already walked her home twice without really needing to. But Namine was probably not likely to go to the bar. It wasn't something she considered safe. Her smile faltered lightly when he mentioned his loss.

"Your f-family?" she guessed.

He had mentioned them the night before, that they were gone. That had to be so hard. He obviously loved them a lot. But Namine, she only truly missed her mother. Her father scared her to her core. She could not be around that man, even at trial she had a hard time defending herself and had an anxiety attack after the ordeal.

"No, it's sweet," Namine said.

She thought it was wonderful that Omar fought for the underdogs. She would liken him to the police but didn't think he would appreciate that sort of comparison, especially considering how he had treated Aqua. She would hate to see how he would treat Sunshine, who was probably the nicest officer Namine had ever met. Her expression softened. Immortal? That had to be so hard to deal with. She looked up at him slowly. She was just a human. One day she would go too... She would have given him another apology because something bad had happened to his wife and family.

"I l-like coming here for the pastries," Namine admitted before smiling and adding, "I-It's my day off."

She jumped a little when her order was called. She looked to Omar before getting up from the table, getting her things and rejoining him. Today she had gotten a peppermint hot chocolate with a white chocolate eclair.

"I-I've met Yang." she said.

At least she thought it was the same woman. She could be wrong. The long haired blonde and fiesty girl. It was such an usual name that it was likely to be the same person. But in this city, you never really knew. She supposed it was a small town if she met someone that Omar knew too.

"Work is... hard sometimes," she admitted, "B-But it helps people."

She didn't have the nerve to be the protector herself. She could barely talk to someone let alone fire a gun if she had to or fight someone even if it was the right thing to do. She was easily unnerved and could barely stand her own ground to defend herself verbally. She wasn't cut out to be a cop, so she figured she could help the people that were.

"D-Do you want to split it?" she asked, gesturing to the eclair.

"She was n-nice," Namine said.

The girl was a bit more outgoing than Namine was, bolder for sure. But she had liked Namine's drawings and had been polite, even if she dashed away like she was in a hurry. She was a bit overwhelming to be around but Namine didn't mind. She liked Yang a lot. She wasn't sure what was going to happen if she met the girl again but she didn't mind.

"T-They do!" Namine insisted.

Perhaps not all of them, but certainly the Others unit were kind to her, perhaps because of her minor difference. Sunshine and Aqua were nice enough officers. Namine mostly tried to stay out of the way because she was afraid to get in their way. She tilted her head slightly. Perhaps he wasn't a sweets person. So she cut into the eclair and took a bite.

Namine smiled. She knew what he was doing. He was talking up Yang, trying to make her sound good. Namine knew she already liked Yang, despite how bold she was. The girl was so much more outgoing than Namine. The little blonde was jealous of her, to say the least. Namine almost wanted to be like Yang, but perhaps not as violent?

"D-Do you like performing at night?" Namine asked.

"I-It didn't hurt, d-did it?" she asked in worry over his filed down tusks.

Namine couldn't help but feel a little sad that he felt like he had to change his appearance to fit in. She then wondered if her album cover for him shouldn't include the tusks. It might fit his whole creature of the night motif he had going for him. Namine herself preferred later starts. She could stay in bed, warm until she finally mustered the strength to pull herself out, particularly on rainy or cold days. Curled up until it was far past noon and she really knew she had to get up to be productive. And she could work late shifts at night. Sometimes it was required of her. Though she pretty much figured she turned into a pumpkin long before Omar stopped playing. The few times he caught her out late were extenuating circumstances.

"Afternoon," Namine supplied. "A-And evenings."