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Who: Natsume, Kaori, Muirin
When: Day 119, evening
Where: Various!
What:

[ Tonight, a slightly dirty nine-tailed fox is wandering back into HQ and tiredly flopping on the floor because fuck it, had a busy day getting lost like an idiot.

Over in Sparkles, Natsume is groggily waking up and attempting to fix herself some tea while her apartment-mates are probably still out getting conquered by Prussia. Later on, she's probably out in the common room practicing some illusions and still harboring her tiny finch friends.

...and in some kind of self-fulfilling PB prophecy, Muirin is waking up in some dude's basement... Later on, though, one will likely find her tossing some raw meat to her kelpie in the lower floors, drained and tired. ]

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[You could punch me if you wanted to

That would be an ok thing]

... Perhaps you should continue resting.

A good idea.

If you'll both excuse me.

[Slips out, almost-shutting the door behind him.]

[ Just kind of. Frowns.

...But she shakes her head, gingerly raising herself out of the water. ]

[He uses their joined hands to help her up, as much as she'll let him.]

How do you feel?

[ Takes all the support she can get, in getting out, completely unsteady on her feet. ]

...Tired. Too warm...

[He helps her out, brow creasing, but even as he does so...]

If you are not opposed to it, it would likely be best if you remained here.

[ She seems to consider it, but shakes her head, leaning on him. ]

I don't want...

[ to be indebted to this person, to rest uselessly... ]

[The first one is legit. The second is dumb.]

...

You are ill, deyry.

[ ...nnnggh ]

I-I don't... want to stay here.

[ Despite that the pull of salt water is so, so strong, her need for privacy unfortunately wins out this time. And the fact that she feels kind of scandalized. ]

And you believe your own basin will be sufficient?

[IT'S A BATHTUB.]

[ BUT I JUST

WANT TO BE ANYWHERE ELSE

She's still too ill to really argue, but she looks sufficiently distressed, grimacing. ]

Mea--

...

[He uses his grip on her hand to begin tugging her towards the door.]

If you would allow me.

[ visibly relaxes, though her grip on Tide's hand remains tight as he leads her. ]

[He leads her out of Zexion's basement, steps slow and measured. He leads her not towards the apartment, but the baths.]

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[It isn't until some time later that the door to Pi-Lambda swings open--quietly, as if the person entering is attempting to attract as little attention as possible.]

[That works far less well when the scent of darkness hangs around him like a thick perfume, but discretion should never be chastised.

The apartment is quiet, with Prussia still out enjoying his flag, and with all other residents save Yuta trapped in either fever dreams or the jungle's endless canopy.

Zexion himself is reading on the couch, a pot of tea (and, as always, a waiting extra cup) on the table in front of him.]

[He stops some very short distance beyond the doorway, apparently not at all interested in actually approaching the couch.]

Elaborate.

[Doesn't actually lift his eyes from the book.]

This is your first time visiting the main floor of my home. You could at least come in and sit down.

[It's funny how standing still can somehow become sullen]

I was intending to keep this brief.

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Understandable. You do have other matters to attend to.

[Closes the book, resting it on his lap.]

What do you wish explained?

Why is it I'll be directing any concerns to Yuta?

Because he lives here, and he's completely capable of handling such things should I be otherwise indisposed. Given that you two have met and that the only other option left is Gilbert, it seemed the best recommendation.

[His lip curls back slightly and he finally stalks his way over to the couch, leaning in close and glaring.]

I am well aware of the child's capabilities. That is not what I was asking and you know it.

[Meets his eyes, uncowed by the proximity.]

I am not precisely sure that I did.

There is a good chance I will be unconscious for the majority of the next day. Even were I not, I will almost certainly be in little shape to look after myself, let alone anyone else.

It will be temporary, and will pass.