Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole

[donttasemebro]

WHO: Not-kid-anymore Bruno and suddenly-shorter-than-him-again Franziska
WHERE: Mmmmmmmoonybase
WHEN: Early Saturday morning following kidplot
WARNINGS: Why would you even
SUMMARY: Bruno wakes up as a grown-up? robot again with fuzzy-but-passable memories of what's gone on for the last week. Including the most important thing.
FORMAT: far more

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[littlebratziska]

Franziska was in a corner, curled up in a chair, and given the size of her and the size of the chair and the relative positions of it all, Bruno might not see her at first, not until he looked for her a bit. But she was there.

Her world had been thrown into chaos and disarray in about as much time as it took for a person to blink, and there was nothing she could do. She wasn't in control any more, and she needed to be in control. And so she was studying. Knowledge was power, the more you knew the more you could orchestrate things to your favor, the more knowledge you gained and the more things would go your way. Besides, you didn't feel quite so lonely when you were concentrating, and everything had changed so much that sometimes Franziska did feel very lonely

[donttasemebro]

Bruno wasn't about to do a half-assed job of looking for her, so even if he didn't see her at first he still walked in a bit further until he caught sight of her curled in the chair. He couldn't help but smile a little at the unsurprising scene.

Very carefully, Bruno kneeled down and slowly slid the book out from under Franziska's head and set it on a nearby coffee table. Then he stepped to the side to pick up a lap blanket from thee armrest of the couch and returned to lay it very gently over her, before sitting down on the coffee table himself next to her book.

[littlebratziska]

Franziska was a fairly light sleeper, even when exhausted. It was a habit that she'd trained herself into; ideally she would not sleep at all, but that particular habit seemed frustratingly difficult to break, and there was nobody she could reasonably blame this on but herself, though occasionally she found someone else anyway. And she had not been asleep long by the time that Bruno found her, and so his motions - however careful they might be, disturbed her. It was around the time when he got the blanket when she rather groggily blinked and started pulling herself up.

[donttasemebro]

Bruno had only barely just set himself down on the table when Franziska stirred and began to sit up, and he froze stiff and blinked at her guiltily for a moment. But then he just settled himself and smiled a warm, apologetic little smile.

"Sorry," he said in an instinctual early-morning sort of hush, "I didn't mean to wake you up."