Room 503, Sunday Evening

[dojima_hime]

After Triela had somehow got her up and moving, Dōjima found herself back in the dorms. Her room. Her bed. It almost didn't look familiar, even though it had only been a few days.

A quick handwaved shower to get the worst of the grime off, and she was curled up in bed, Six Soldiers playing on her laptop as the cat snuggled up next to her

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[withoutverona]

Romeo had heard the announcement over the radio in the clinic, but he hardly dared believe it. Still, he was going home, trudging through the battlefield and up to the fifth floor.

Her door was cracked. There was hope, and that made his heart dance in his tired chest.

"... Love?"

[dojima_hime]

Two blue eyes peeked over the top of her laptop, and Yurika managed a wan smile. "Hai?" she offered. "Come on in."

[withoutverona]

Blue eyes, fair skin, hair that wasn't coming out in clumps. He all but threw himself at the girl, wrapping her in his arms. He still had the smut of battle smeared over his clothes, and a good dose of Rikku's blood; hopefully she wouldn't mind, because he didn't.

And he wasn't letting go.

"I knew not if I would see thee again."

[dojima_hime]

Yurika shifted to make more room on the bed, tugging him closer. She could always put the sheets in the wash, and she still didn't feel clean after her shower, so she didn't particularly care about how messy he was.

And there wasn't any way to answer that, really, so she just pulled him closer and buried her face in his neck. She'd find her words in a few moments.