[ it's the... library! where Meteion is currently exploring, nearly stumbling into someone else amidst her curiosity, so when she glances over does she offer a friendly smile and wave. ]
[ whenever she enters the apartment's lobby, Meteion is here jogging over with a little gift in hand. ] Hello! I heard from Clarte, you helped with a gift so I, wanted to give you something in return!
[ she'll hand the gift over, which inside is a... necklace? looks a bit handmade. ]
[ what did santa do to you, vin.. do we need to take them out *loads gun ]
It's a big robe, [ it's not meant to be a robe but she doesn't know that, it's so big on her ] so it's cozy! And warm! I'll be sure to wear it where it's chilly.
[ here is a small bird, within the greenhouse carrying over a small planter with one single green rose...
she looks up when she hears someone else come in. her wings are folded tightly against herself, lowering to gently set the planter down with a quiet nod. ]
Hello, Vin.. [ and then as if she remembered something. ] Are you.. alright? Shu-chan was worried about you last night..
[she's been looking around for meteion, so she approaches as she sees her in the greenhouse, a concerned frown on her face.]
...I am fine. I did not mean to concern any of you.
[she's moving past that quickly, though, because it seems much less important than what happened to buzen and 9s. she pauses for a moment - she isn't always the best with words or comfort, especially with people she does not know well, but...]
Clarte told me that the two of you were very close. [...] How do you fare?
[ and it's said genuinely, despite the ache and pain sitting heavy in her chest. to know there are others still okay- even if.. one by one, they seem to go. ]
...I. [ her voice wavers, head lowering and she blinks quickly, trying to halt any tears threatening to spill over. she's cried so much already, how does she even have tears still to cry? how is that every time the thought comes up, that festering despair hits harder? ]
I'll.. be okay. There's still... tomorrow. And figuring out who... [ frowns deeper. ] who hurt him.
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w1, monday
Hello!
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Hello. [...] We have not met before, have we?
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[ it's okay, she's used to awkward, she just smiles easily at. ]
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It is good to meet you. I am Vin.
w2, wednesday
[ whenever she enters the apartment's lobby, Meteion is here jogging over with a little gift in hand. ] Hello! I heard from Clarte, you helped with a gift so I, wanted to give you something in return!
[ she'll hand the gift over, which inside is a... necklace? looks a bit handmade. ]
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...It is very kind of you. [a beat, though.] Just what did they tell you...?
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[ gently sets aside GOOSEBUMPS book ] A lot has been happening but, having everyone here makes it feel easier, I think.
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Oh! That.. you both found a.. patron of children's robes! And thought it'd give me good luck to have?
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[she nods.]
It is good of you to think that way. I imagine you have made many friends already.
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[her enemy... but anyways.]
How do you like the coat?
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It's a big robe, [ it's not meant to be a robe but she doesn't know that, it's so big on her ] so it's cozy! And warm! I'll be sure to wear it where it's chilly.
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I have! Um, we can be friends, too. If you'd like!
w2, friday post-body
she looks up when she hears someone else come in. her wings are folded tightly against herself, lowering to gently set the planter down with a quiet nod. ]
Hello, Vin.. [ and then as if she remembered something. ] Are you.. alright? Shu-chan was worried about you last night..
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...I am fine. I did not mean to concern any of you.
[she's moving past that quickly, though, because it seems much less important than what happened to buzen and 9s. she pauses for a moment - she isn't always the best with words or comfort, especially with people she does not know well, but...]
Clarte told me that the two of you were very close. [...] How do you fare?
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[ and it's said genuinely, despite the ache and pain sitting heavy in her chest. to know there are others still okay- even if.. one by one, they seem to go. ]
...I. [ her voice wavers, head lowering and she blinks quickly, trying to halt any tears threatening to spill over. she's cried so much already, how does she even have tears still to cry? how is that every time the thought comes up, that festering despair hits harder? ]
I'll.. be okay. There's still... tomorrow. And figuring out who... [ frowns deeper. ] who hurt him.
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I think... At least for tonight, you need not be alright.
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I would not mind that.
[she's usually not so accommodation on a first meeting, but - it seems cruel to say no.]
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It would be a shame to catch a cold.