45th Sphere

[child_abuser]

[Jecht wakes up on Thursday to the first morning in what seems like far too long without hazmats wandering the streets and people panicking in their homes. After peering out the window to see Mayfield back to what passes for normal, he slumps back into bed, lying there and staring up at the ceiling as he reflects on the events of the past week.

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[wristsniper]

[When Jecht approaches, he'll find the kitchen window of 1767 Beaver Street thrown wide open, with the smell of food coming out. Olivier's back is to the window, head bowed as though tired. She's wearing a dress and pearls.]

[child_abuser]

[Jecht peers in the window for a moment before sighing and moving on.]

[withmorelove]

[Looks like Jecht forgot Chouno lives here too.

Oh well. It's not like he was expecting anyone to care anyway, which is why he doesn't bother calling out to Jecht despite having seen him from an upstairs window.]

[child_abuser]

[He remembers, but it's more a reaction of depression to seeing Olivier apparently droned in the kitchen. He just doesn't want to deal with her like that.]

[withmorelove]

[Still using it as fuel for poorly justified depression, sorry about that Coach.]

[child_abuser]

[Yeah, that's fair. Though he might loop back around later and visit when she's gone.]

[withmorelove]

[It would blow his blubbering baby brain.]

THEN LET'S DO EET

[child_abuser]

[Later, when the scent of freshly baked goods is out of the air, Jecht comes back to knock on the door.]

PUMP IT UP

[withmorelove]

[And Chouno checks who it is using a window before he opens the door.]

Oh. Hello Sensei.

[child_abuser]

"Hey."

[Sorta still looking around to make sure Olivier's gone.]

"...You okay? Heard about the house."

[withmorelove]

[He stares silently for a little bit too long. But when he speaks, he's as completely perfectly calm voiced as ever.]

"I'm not okay."

[child_abuser]

[Jecht just uncomfortably scratches the back of his head. He's genuinely concerned, but terrible at having these kinds of talks.]

"...Can't say I blame ya."

[withmorelove]

[His fingers twitch a little-he's not sure if he was about to deck Jecht in the face, and if he was, why.]

"Well. Is that all?"

[child_abuser]

"Uh. Yeah. I guess."

[Awkward pause here.]

"Practice's cancelled today. Rest up."

[withmorelove]

"Oh, well that's alright then."

[He's not even pretending he earnestly meant that.]

[child_abuser]

"...Right. Well. Uh. See ya, then."

[And he turns to walk away.]