"What are you doing?" he asked after a long pause in which he surveyed the mess strewn across the tabletop in front of her. She grinned up at him and waved for him to come closer and see, and he gave a curious frown as he did so.
"I read about it in a book," she said as he looked down at the pretty folded paper card she was decorating, 'Get Well Soon' written across the front. "I never thought I'd have a reason to make one, since we don't have birthdays or anniversaries or holidays to celebrate," she said with a shrug, but Roxas understood the bleakness of the thought—nothing to ever celebrate, and how depressing that she'd have to wait for someone to be injured to finally make a card.
"He'll like it," he said, one hand on the back of her chair, and Naminé smiled up at him.
"You think so? I wasn't sure."
"Yeah, he's bored out of his skull. I think the most interesting thing that's happened was when Luxord threatened to break his other leg and even things out if he didn't quit whining." They both shared a little smile (Demyx and Luxord's working relationship was something of legend between the two) and Roxas looked at the card again. "What's that sparkly stuff on it? Kinda looks like fairy dust, from Neverland."
"Is that what fairy dust looks like, then?" Naminé asked absently, but she produced a small plastic tube filled with the sparkling gold flakes on the card and showed it to him. "Craft glitter," she grinned, "I don't use it often. It's so pretty, but it's messy." He raised an eyebrow at that. "What?"
"You've got some on your face. Here." He pointed to the correlating spot on his own face, and she reached up to wipe the glitter from her cheek—an unsuccessful effort, seeing as the glitter on her hand just transferred to her face. "Lemme get it," he said, leaning forward and reaching out to wipe the glitter away himself, and they both colored to find themselves staring each other in the face with his hand on her cheek.
Roxas had the weirdest urge to lean in closer (how the hell did he get that close in the first place without noticing? And since when were her eyes so pretty? And when did she start smelling like flowers?) and he did, just a fraction; Naminé closed her eyes, the combination of embarrassment and nerves and expectation getting to be a bit much. There was something he was supposed to be doing here, but he wasn't exactly sure what, and after a drawn out moment of Naminé waiting and Roxas wondering, she gave an impatient sigh, opened her eyes (and rolled them for good measure), and bridged the gap. It was a pretty tame kiss, just the soft press of her lips to his, but they both blushed brightly.
"Oh," he mumbled, realizing what he'd been supposed to do. Naminé just rolled her eyes (though she was hard pressed to keep from smiling) and shook her head.
"I keep telling you, you need to read more books." Her smile turned into a grin, and she pointed to a spot on her face. "You've got some glitter, here."