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[icyfeisty]

It's early in the morning when Mitsuru finally feels the comfortable wrappings of her dorm room bed envelope her shivering form, and she rolls into them instinctively for warmth. Her communication methods are still crooked and confusing as per usual when she's in this state, but on at least some levels she shows signs of recognition already.

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[greekreaper]

"Yeah...he sure is."

Should he even ask? Ask if she even remembers him?

That's most likely one of the main things he's worried about.

But she's tired. He should at least give her some time.

So in the meantime, he's going to be redressing her wounds there. He should really start getting a discount over at the pharmacy.

He's probably their best customer.

"He's really excited to see you, Mitsuru."

[icyfeisty]

She squirms as he redresses her wounds, but this man is gentle enough that she doesn't protest or try to get away. Instead she lays a hand in the kittens fur, apparently finding the softness soothing.

"Ahn."

[greekreaper]

"You're fine..."

An old, practiced hand at this, ironically. Ah if Hermes could see him now...

"...I'm glad you're back too, you know?"

[icyfeisty]

"'M I home?" She looks up at Thanatos with an exhausted yawn, reaching for the cold cloth he left by the bedside to wipe her face. The washcloth, his quiet voice, the lack of sudden loud noises- this is all doing much better for her state of mind, clearly.

"Big man? Duck man. Nice duck."

[greekreaper]

...Be honest, Thanatos.

"No. It's like...a second home. Like those...one of those second houses you told me about. That your dad owned? It's like that."

You know...he's taken a lot of shit about the whole duck thing.

But this kind of harkens back to when they first met. And that is a very very good sign.

So he lowers a wing to you. For pettings. :3

[icyfeisty]

"This is my second home." Mitsuru repeats slowly, running her fingers through a now reluctantly calm Chester's fur. Her other hand is reaches for Thanatos' wing straight away, stroking as her gaze becomes half lidded.

"Who is 'my'?"

[greekreaper]

"Mitsuru Kirjio."

Nose poooooooke.

"That's who."

None of that J.Doe Whatever business.

He cut that bracelet thing off and tossed it into a random door.

Full of demons. :|

[icyfeisty]

She goes crosseyed for the moment in which she watches him poke her nose, leaving her sniffling afterwards. At least the medication from the clinic has made her somewhat less pained, even if lucidity is fleeting.

"Kitsuru Mirijo." The redhead slurs.

[greekreaper]

...He...can't help but laugh a little.

"Mitsuru Kirijo. Okay?"

And the bandages are done. Yayz!

"Would you like some water?"

[icyfeisty]

"I am...Mitsuru Kirijo?" She isn't so certain about that, but finds her interest in the subject waning. She's tired, still a little worked up from all the commotion, and still largely confused in general.

"You are...Mitsuru Kirijo?"

[greekreaper]

"No, silly, I'm Thanatos, and you're Mitsuru."

Nods twice.

You will remember him eventually...

...Right? ;;

[icyfeisty]

"I don't understand. I'm stuck in the...swirling." This is a bit too much for her to take in. She shakes her head against the pillow, rolling onto her side in an attempt to shut out everything. She pulls either side of the pillow around her ears, watching him from underneath.

"No more."

[greekreaper]

He nods.

"I understand." Since this is pretty much like the withdrawals last time...yeah.

He feels the need to repeat his previous question.

"Do you want something to drink?"

[icyfeisty]

She nods tiredly, as if she'll even stay awake long enough to drink anything. As if sensing her change in mood, Chester stretches into a sleeping position atop of her stomach.

"I want to eat the juice of the tree babies."

[greekreaper]

...Hi, my name is Thanatos, and I am fluent in Garbled Mitsuru.

"...Juice? Okay."

Apple or grape should be good enough, and he shuffles off the bed, gone for about a minute before coming back and setting you upright.

He holds the apple juice up to your mouth.

[icyfeisty]

He's the only person so far to understand her, listen to her, to even try to talk to her for more than the most basic of information. The fact that he actually seems to understand makes her feel comfortable enough for sleep, and she only stops drinking to yawn tiredly.

"Tastes like...zinging." Refreshing?