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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[perfektsymmetry]

[Crowe's house is back in one piece, but its residents are still putting themselves back together. When Jecht approaches, Crowe is just heading out for school. It's the last place he wants to go, but he really doesn't want to get droned, either.

He's somewhat expressionless when you approach.]

Hey Jecht. What's up?

[child_abuser]

Just makin' the rounds. Practice is cancelled today.

[perfektsymmetry]

[He nods after a moment. He would never be able to concentrate on it anyway.]

How have you been? They... didn't come to your house, did they?

[child_abuser]

"My place? Nah. But I managed to get killed anyway."

[Laughs out loud.]

[artwithknives]

[Answering the door.]

Ummm....?

[child_abuser]

"...Just makin' sure everyone's okay."

[He sounds - and looks - exhausted and fed up with everything.]

[artwithknives]

You don't need to worry about anything here. We all survived just fine so...

...you want to come in for breakfast?

[child_abuser]

[Oh god what is hospitality. Jecht looks unsure of how to respond to that for a moment before shrugging and nodding with a grin.]

"Yeah, breakfast sounds pretty good right now."

[thelittlecanary]

[It's past the time when good noodles start heading to school by the time Jecht stops by, so it's apparent that Garnet opted out of attending class today. She looks rather worn out when she answers the door, dark circles beneath her puffy eyes accenting the smile on her face at the sight of her guardian. She doesn't hesitate to pull his much brawnier frame into a tight hug the moment she pulls open the front door of 5720 Cunningham Lane, which no longer bears the scars of the hazmat attack.] ...I'm so glad you're here.

[child_abuser]

[Jecht hugs back just as tightly, steadying a hand on Garnet's back as he gently strokes her hair with the other.]

"...Good to see you safe again."

[No thanks to me is the obvious end of that sentence that he's left off intentionally, though it probably comes through in his general mood.]

[child_abuser]

Uh, yeah. I'm, uh... here to bring Zidane's homework to him.

[child_abuser]

[Jecht just makes himself right at home, slumping down on the couch next to Zidane.]

"Yo."

[He doesn't look all that cheerful himself.]

[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.]