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Who: anyone
When: Day 75, evening
Where: anywhere
What: mingling

[have you grown accustomed to the smell of rotted flora and fauna yet? have you figured out ways to deal with the scents? how will your evening go?

those who happen to pass by the dry fountain on the fourth floor will find a number of small ceramic pots with florists block foam in the bottom of them. around them are dozens of different freshly cut wildflowers. there are no instructions, but those who take the time to make an arrangement and take it home with them will find the air in their apartment refreshed and pleasant]

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[she hasn't seen him all day, admittedly having been off doing her own thing, but . . .

Time to look in all the tiny demon spots. Though of course, up here in level four is the last place she looks, and she pauses, frowning a bit, when she finally spots him]

. . . Chrono . . . ?

[It takes a long moment, almost like it didn't register, but he eventually lifts his eyes from it. His tone sounds normal enough, at least.]

Tempest.

. . .

[comes over there and sits down next to him]

I have not seen you all day.

[... He drops his eyes and returns to winding the watch backwards, slower this time.]

I didn't mean to worry you. I've just been thinking.

[. . . tentatively lifts a hand, brushing his bangs back]

What about?

[Doesn't pull away. He just closes his eyes, fingers not stopping.]

Haah, well... nothing good.

I doubt you would be here if it were anything good, a'maelamin.

[pushes his bangs back again, then curls that arm around him, lightly]

[He's quiet for a long while, long enough that it may seem like he's not going to say anything more, but eventually his hand stills and he speaks up, voice quiet.]

... Feathers told me about her world. A world where things didn't... go as well. I made a promise to return to someone that I wasn't able to keep, where she's from.

I just keep thinking about how... she must have waited, alone. For the rest of her life, she waited in vain. Because she trusted my word.

[. . . shifts, turning towards him a little and tightening that arm, the other going around him]

It's dumb to blame myself for that, right? I know it is.

But I just can't shake it, no matter how many times I turn it over in my head.

I think . . . mm, it is a bit silly to blame something you yourself did not do, but . . . I can understand being unable to shake it, too.

[Sighs, long and slow]

... Sorry.

What for?

[Completely failing at functionality and sanity...?

Just shrugs a bit in her hold, wordlessly.]

[tugs him a bit closer - almost into her lap - so that she can hug him better]

[... Okay. Hugs are an okay thing right now, yes.]

[yes, yes they are.

She only frees one hand to rest on the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair. She's quiet, for a bit, before humming, softly]

[Oh... That Melody, right?

Tightens his fingers in her cloak...]

[what other one would I hum to you '-']

[There are other songs... they're not this one, though.]

[exactly]

[He doesn't relax completely, but the worst of the tension, at least, slowly bleeds out of him.]

[even so she continues humming, her hand finally moving to gently thread her fingers through his bangs. She only pauses, briefly, to lay a kiss against the top of his head before resuming]

[She can probably feel him huff out a short breath against her shoulder]

Now who's spoiling who...?

I am allowed to spoil if I wish to.