[She's lifting her hand to knock again, this time impatiently, when it swings open and reveals Nagato's face. She jerks back in surprise and a flood of memories that aren't real but FEEL real hit her straight on. Of the two of them growing up together, all the bickering, all the toy peppers, his return gift of hair accessories, thepranks, and then the barbecue. She's not sure why but telling him she loves him sticks out the most because that was her.
That wasn't fake memories. The only people she had said that to was Minato and Naruto.
She tries to smile at him and it is genuine but it's a little cautious, too. And a little sad.]
Hey, Nagato. We have to talk. Do you have a minute?
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That wasn't fake memories. The only people she had said that to was Minato and Naruto.
She tries to smile at him and it is genuine but it's a little cautious, too. And a little sad.]
Hey, Nagato. We have to talk. Do you have a minute?