Fact A-04: Apologetic Aftermath

[hystorical]

[I. Action | 1248 Williams Road | Housemates + Mokou + Visitors only | 15th September - Morning]

[After having rested for three whole days... Keine's still here, on the bed in the Master (no puns intended) Bedroom, resting, peacefully. There may or may not be a bedside attendant now (read: Mokou), but either way there's a twitch of her fingers,

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[paintme_crimson]

[Hey guess who's almost asleep here.

Yeah she hasn't slept in a while because SHE IS YOUR BEST FRIEND AND WANTS TO MAKE SURE NO ONE TRIES TO ASSASSINATE YOU WHILE YOU SLEEP BECAUSE SHE SERIOUSLY THINKS SOMETHING LIKE THAT WILL HAPPEN BECAUSE OF THE INCIDENT.]

[But no seriously, she blinks open her own eyes when she sees Keine stir.]

Keine...?

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[hystorical]

[Her eyes... it's a little difficult to open them, after not opening them for some time... But her fingers will slowly move, yeah, almost like a response to Mokou's voice, closer and closer to the source of the voice.]

[paintme_crimson]

[Hi grabbing the hand.]

Morning, sunshine.

[hystorical]

[What's... that she's feeling in her hand..? Warmth?

Such a gentle feeling... Like sunlight bathing over the plains.

Or well. Her face. Making it too bright for her to stay asleep really.

So her eyes will slowly open, to see Mokou staring worriedly at her.]

[her voice is choked, her throat dry from the lack of moisture:] Mo..kou...?

[paintme_crimson]

Normally I'd tell you to hush, and go back to sleep, but seeing as you've been asleep for three whole days...

[She sighs.]

Do you need help sitting up?

[hystorical]

[seeing as it was almost painful to speak with her dry throat, she's just going to nod in response to that.]

[paintme_crimson]

[She wraps an arm around Keine's shoulders, and props her up into a sitting position. After that, though, she just takes her seat again, silent.]

[hystorical]

[aren't you going to get her some water?...]

[she's just. blankly staring at Mokou, not entirely sure of what to start with (and also still trying to clear the figurative fog around her mind from being groggy)]

[paintme_crimson]

[Look this is really awkward for her okay.]

Can I...get you something?

[hystorical]

Wa...ter. [ugh why so dry it's making talking difficult.]

[paintme_crimson]

[NINJA-ING AWAY

and then ninja-ing back. With some ice water, held out in front of you. Drink it Y/N?]

[hystorical]

Thanks...

[she'll accept, her hands a little weak, taking the cup carefully, to take a small gulp of water from the glass.]

[paintme_crimson]

[She just takes a seat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs.]

Kinda stupid to ask this, everything considered, but....

Are you okay?

[hystorical]

Mm... I don't feel hurt anywhere. [Ah. It's easier to talk now.] Just hungry. [Yeah well you haven't eaten in days.]

[paintme_crimson]

Anything in particular? Or should I just try to make, like...pancakes?

[hystorical]

Mm. [just a hum of approval]

[Sorry, Keine's still a little too groggy to give coherent responses right now.

Just wait till the guilt hits her.]