[ on this fine friday morning (?) lu bixing is hurrying around good ol hell with a Purpose - and in fact, when he spots four, he looks a little relieved. ]
Four - good, you're okay. [ fussy... ] Did you see the message this morning, too?
[ he's a little fidgetier today for a variety of reasons, tugging at a thread in his sweater until its starting to come loose. being trapped like that is... it's too reminiscent of a familiar feeling, and that combined with waking up to fresh deda is just the worst deja vu. ]
...I'm okay, I think. No injuries, or anything like that. [ ugh. ] I didn't get caught in my room, did you...?
[ i'm glad they're like, the same in this regard. he nods...
... and then after a moment reaches out to gently cover her hands, if she'll let him, to give them a little squeeze. worried, fussy, and to be honest, it helps him too. ]
[ it is a very gentle touch, and he won't linger for long if she seems too uncomfortable - it's just for the sake of reassuring and comfort, after all. ]
[ she doesn't really know how to take how positive he's been towards her. it's been near constant, and it's a little weird. it's not like she hasn't been given love or support in her life, but they are in Hell. or it's supposed to be Hell. ]
None of us could get the door open, no matter how much we tried. Misery loves company, but I'd think less of myself I let it get to me too much.
[ she tries to smile, but it's a little more like a grimace. ]
Do you think we can find out what happened and why?
[ yeah!! well! surprise! you can only have love in hell!!
anyway
he nods a little bit to the first part, returning the look. it's hard to be smiley right now, even for lu bixing. ]
...I don't know. I hope so. I can't imagine the personal demons would just vanish and never reappear again - they made it sound like looking after us is part of their job description. At the very least, we can ask them.
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Four - good, you're okay. [ fussy... ] Did you see the message this morning, too?
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It could be some silly but terrible joke message, right? Poor demon or Hell humor in bad taste?
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It could be, but - I don't know, I looked for him and haven't found him anywhere, and, then, with everything strange that happened last night...
[ weh. he looks her over just to be sure, fussy. ] Was there fire for you last night, too? You aren't hurt or anything, are you?
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[ this is confusing. ]
Did it happen to all of us? I'm not hurt. Are you all right?
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[ he's a little fidgetier today for a variety of reasons, tugging at a thread in his sweater until its starting to come loose. being trapped like that is... it's too reminiscent of a familiar feeling, and that combined with waking up to fresh deda is just the worst deja vu. ]
...I'm okay, I think. No injuries, or anything like that. [ ugh. ] I didn't get caught in my room, did you...?
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I'm glad nothing too terrible happened to you other than the unexpected lock down. I was trapped in the library.
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... and then after a moment reaches out to gently cover her hands, if she'll let him, to give them a little squeeze. worried, fussy, and to be honest, it helps him too. ]
You weren't alone, right?
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No. There were four others with me.
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Good. [ :< ] I'm glad for that, at least.
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None of us could get the door open, no matter how much we tried. Misery loves company, but I'd think less of myself I let it get to me too much.
[ she tries to smile, but it's a little more like a grimace. ]
Do you think we can find out what happened and why?
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anyway
he nods a little bit to the first part, returning the look. it's hard to be smiley right now, even for lu bixing. ]
...I don't know. I hope so. I can't imagine the personal demons would just vanish and never reappear again - they made it sound like looking after us is part of their job description. At the very least, we can ask them.
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[ she sounds a little petulant about that. ]
That they'd disappear today when we all received that message doesn't bode well.