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The last thing Triniti was expecting when she walked outside of her house at eight in the morning, was to find Namiko sitting on her porch. Well, not really sitting, she was actually slumped against a wall shielding her from most people looking into Triniti's house but her legs were stretched out, which now made her visible. She looked hella uncomfortable in that position but surprisingly, she was sleep.
Sighing out, Triniti placed her bag down to the side and out of the way before stooping down to Namiko's level and tapping her gently. "What the fuck are you doing?" Namiko asked, shoving Triniti away without opening her eyes. But once she did, and they fell on Triniti, she relaxed a bit, even though Triniti was now on her ass, looking at her with wide eyes.
"I think I should be the one asking that question." Triniti teased while pushing herself up. Namiko blushed and shook her head before giving Triniti an apologetic look. "What are you doing here and how long have you been here?"
"Since last night," Namiko answered while standing to her feet. "You really need to get one of those doorbell cameras." Triniti crossed her arms.
"I live in a gated community." She mused with a raised eyebrow while letting her eyes roam along the porch. Along with Triniti's normal things, was a few suitcases and bags that Triniti hoped belonged to Namiko cause otherwise, she would have a potential problem.
"Is there something I should know?" Namiko rubbed her eyes while letting out a loud and prolonged yawn.
"Besides the fact that my family are a bunch of dickheads, no." She answered once she got herself together. Triniti raised her eyebrows.
"What did you do?"
"Can I tell you after I use your bathroom? I have to piss bad."
Thirty minutes later, a freshly showered Namiko was sitting across the table from Triniti — who was slightly annoyed by her sudden appearance — silently. Neither of the women really knew what to say, cause it was truly a lot that needed to be said, it was just how it was supposed to be said that was the problem.
"Ichirou is filing for divorce." Namiko finally spoke up, interrupting the silence. Triniti blinked, while repeating the sentence in her head a few times before she shook her head and Namiko continued. "He believes that Aayla actually did all of this, but I don't believe it and I don't think it's fair that he's not hearing her out or listening to her or anything." She stared at Triniti for a second. "So I left."
"Namiko, what do you mean? Left what? Left where?"
"My family, my home." She sighed. "My whole life has been basically ran and funded by my parents. My apartment, my car," she shrugged. "I packed up every little thing I had bought for myself and I left everything." Triniti's frown deepened.
