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Who: Noric, Xavier, anyone
When: Day 24, evening
Where: Apartment Z
What: househunting

[Having finally dragged themselves out of the shrine room, two guys are standing in the middle of one of the most recently opened apartments, surveying the place.]

Well... it could use a bit of something. A bit of anything, honestly.

((Feel free to use for your own apartment searching if you like!))

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[intellectum]

...

And obviously, you won't.

[untempered]

[makes a pained noise, slipping down a wall to sit.]

I can't get around their rules, if I want to survive.

[intellectum]

Well, I'll go talk to Henrietta.

[untempered]

...I'm not saying I won't do what they ask, Xavier.

[intellectum]

You would never give up your faith. This I already know.

[untempered]

...

[misery]

I'm sorry.

[intellectum]

[bland smile]

No matter. There are ways around it for us.

[untempered]

...you don't trust me, anymore.

[intellectum]

[blinks, surprised]

What? Of course I trust you.

[untempered]

[quiet]

No. You're hiding yourself from me.

[intellectum]

You're being ridiculous, Noric. There's nothing to hide.

[untempered]

Then tell me how you feel.

[intellectum]

[tenses, not answering]

[untempered]

[waits]

[intellectum]

[then he lets his emotions slip; loss, anger, hatred, despair, all buried deep under a layer of numbness]

[untempered]

[winces, not often getting a blast of feelings that intense from Xavier. he stands again and walks over, stopping a couple of steps in front of him.]

[intellectum]

Before you ask, I don't know how long it was.

[untempered]

Long enough.

[intellectum]

I don't know.

[untempered]

...

Nothing I say will change how you felt then. I know this.

[intellectum]

...

[untempered]

I can only help you now. If you'll let me.

[intellectum]

I don't need any help.

[untempered]

[that stings.]

Xavier.

[intellectum]

[looking down]

Look what helping me got you.