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[coughcoughshank]

Tian-sama is gone.

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[notpissedoff]

You're certain?

[coughcoughshank]

I have his journal.

[notpissedoff]

I see.

[And... he'll stop by later. Just long enough to make sure Souji's not about to snap, and to be quiet and awkward because he sucks at this 'comforting' thing.]

[coughcoughshank]

[They can have the most awkward cup of tea ever. Souji isn't sure how to feel about this]

[getsome_sleep]

A most grievous loss.

Thank you for informing us.

[Formal, stilted, hollow - but then, what else can he say?]

[coughcoughshank]

You're welcome.

[crimson_seeker]

[The brush rests on the page for a long moment.]

Thank you for telling us.

Is there anything you need?

[coughcoughshank]

No.

[A pause, and then-]

Thank you.

[crimson_seeker]

And anything you'd want? Solitude or company? Truth, now, my friend.

[coughcoughshank]

[There's kind of a long pause before a reply comes]

Solitude right now. Company later, maybe.