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[lastnightswish]

[In a hallway, somewhere between the southern wing and one of the neutral wings, there is a Kanda sitting on the ground, propped unceremoniously against a wall. Her coat is in tatters around her - oh boy, that's going to leave scars, Dressing Room or not - and she's absolutely covered in dried blood.]

[Her eyes are also open, as if staring at the

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[Gives him a sideways scowl and turns, keeping braced along the wall. Let's try the walking thing now, shall we? Not that it is going to be easy.]

... the fuck happened?

[In general, not necessarily to her. That much was obvious.]

[lastnightswish]

[It's slow-going, really; it's rather difficult, trying to walk when one can't feel their feet all the way. But Kanda's making it work. She's hobbling to the next door down. Following, Tyki?]

Shouldn't you be jumping for joy, then?

[lastnightswish]

[SHE'S GOT THIS. The next door is only three or so feet away!]

[You Tykis and your temper. She's had it up to here with it. So, his tone just gets a tired sigh, and a dismissive glance over her shoulder.]

Funny, coming from one of you.

[lastnightswish]

I'd think you were ill, if that was actually why.

[SHE WILL! And she does; she stumbles to the doorway and pauses briefly before opening it up and finding a bathroom. It's rather large, with a tub one could swim in, and several large sinks.]

[She composes herself and hobbles toward the nearest one, shucking off his coat again and draping it over one sink before running hot water in another.]

[It's probably a good thing the woman has no shame, yes?]

[lastnightswish]

[She leans against the closest sink, drawing hot water from it and splashing it over her face. It's enough to get the blood off, but... not enough. Well, there's the tub...]

Do you mind?

[The hell are you still doing here for?]