Psyche Orihara

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Psyche shook his head. “N-no…!” He waved his hands around frantically than looked away. “… He wasn’t… Two timing you or anything, I just meant that you’re one of the girls he had dated which isn’t a lot…” He mumbled.

“I see. I apologize, he was just a large part of my life.”  Naria sat pack up and ran her fingers through the grass. It was strange for the Aburame to be speaking like this but she couldn’t help it.

Psyche glanced away, for use reason, he wanted to see her happy, to see a genuine smile. "Don't worry, I'll help you." By help he meant that he wanted to help her forget about that bastard, Izaya.

Psyche looked up at the sky. “It’s a beautiful day today.” He turned his attention back to Saphir, smiling childishly. “Everything will be on me, okay?” Psyche had a hard time making friends so he would always try to buy them.

Psyche opened up the door once they arrived at the cafe. "Here you go." He smiled slightly, watching as Saphir walked into the cafe.

Psyche looked up at the sky. "It's a beautiful day today." He turned his attention back to Saphir, smiling childishly. "Everything will be on me, okay?" Psyche had a hard time making friends so he would always try to buy them.

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Psyche looked at her thoughtfully. “You’re… One of Izaya’s… Old… Girlfriends?” He murmured softly, not meaning to say the words out loud. He had been looking at his other alter egos and it seemed she had came in contact with the original.

Naria put her goggles back on at stared up at the sky to hid the water in her eyes. That name. It was the only thing that could make her weak. “One? There were more?” Her voice may of sounded calm but inside it was a whole different story.

Psyche shook his head. "N-no...!" He waved his hands around frantically than looked away. "... He wasn't... Two timing you or anything, I just meant that you're one of the girls he had dated which isn't a lot..." He mumbled.

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Naria nodded at the boy and laid back on the soft grass. That song. That voice. Why did it sound so familiar to the Aburame. It brought back memories but why? It was quite confusing to her but she kept listening, enjoying it immensely. 

Psyche looked at her thoughtfully. "You're... One of Izaya's... Old... Girlfriends?" He murmured softly, not meaning to say the words out loud. He had been looking at his other alter egos and it seemed she had came in contact with the original.

“The cafe a few blocks back,” he says with an easy smile. Bless this persona it made dealing with people easier. “So your name is Psyche, hm? Odd name.”

"Do you really think it is an odd name" Psyce smiled childishly, tugging him towards where the cafe was. "I might even get soime sweets, would you like any?"

Another blink and then a sigh before places a small smile on his lips. “Enzio.” He says. “And that’s actually really appreciated thank you.”

“Enzio...” Psyche let the words roll of his tongue than he grabbed the young mans hand. “Where did you get it? I’ll take you there right now!” Psyche used his free hand to take his pink headphones off.

“Oh. I’m Psyche Orihara.” Psyche smiled at him childishly, tilting his head and blinked. “Eh, I’m sorry for making you drop your coffee... I can buy you another if you want.” He giggled softly. “What’s your name first~?”

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Naria stared at him, the sudden actions forming a light frown on her pale feature. “Help me? I am in need of no help. I am not sad.” Without her glasses covering her eyes Naria was no longer good at lying about how she felt and it made her feel out of control. “What do you expect me to do?”

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Psyche looked at her than sat beside her, hugging his knees to his chest and smiled at her. “Do you like it? It’s one of my favourite songs.” He placed his hand on her head, and smiled. “May I see your eyes?”

“It’s..good.” It was good and Naria wasn’t sure how to express herself about it. When the question of her eyes came up she was hesitant to show them to him. After a few moments she caved and pulled her glasses down to show her intense, hazel eyes that were so distinctive and unique. Having them on show made her feel a little self-concious.

Psyche looked into her intense hazel eyes, he could finally see how she felt than he started to giggle. "Oh, so that's what you're feeling!" He pulled her against himself. "Why are you so sad? I can help take the pain away, if you wish."