Momoko's Rooms, Sidra, Glacia

[heromaniac]

After fleeing Karla's chambers, Momoko and Dinah had returned to Sidra a little calmer and just in time for Hobart's trial and sentencing. Dinah hadn't stayed much longer, though. Hadn't been able to stay and know that Ludmilla was going to be executed for crimes she had confessed to but never committedMomoko... Momoko had wanted to leave just as

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[not_a_parakeet]

Warren was a little iffy about making this stop. After all, it would be so easy to just let the opportunity pass, let Momoko go back to whichever reality she was calling home these days without another word between them, maybe give things a little more time to settle before speaking up. But... Momoko was a good friend, and Warren wasn't the sort to just let important chances pass. He'd spent too much of his life doing just that before ever actually flying. Never again.

He did hang around outside of her door for a few moments, just running over what to say in his head before knocking and promptly forgetting all of it.

He was going to have this conversation as Warren, not as Glacia's Consort. What was there to rehearse?

[heromaniac]

Momoko ran to the door and threw it open. Even if it was the Steward, she'd been waiting forever and at least it was somewhat closer to talking to Karla...

"Ah!" Warren? "Uhm. Hi?"

She would be here hugging her door for a moment. Warren didn't look as upset and ready to attack as he had last time! That was good!! And Momoko no longer felt like she wanted to punch him for not understanding; also good!

But was he here to talk to her... or to tell her something?

[not_a_parakeet]

These were the great mysteries of life, weren't they?

"Hey," he greeted, giving her a little nod. It wasn't half as awkward as it would have been months ago, in a similar situation. It still wasn't entirely confident, either. "Rolf tells me you've been hugging the ceiling outside of Karla's rooms lately."

[heromaniac]

"Blabbermouth." Momoko went pink. "I am totally telling Julian that he mocks Sticks users," she grumble-pouted.

But starting like that, it didn't sound like Warren was here to ask her to leave - as Consort or as Warren - so Momoko calmed herself a little and pulled away from the door. Her smile was still as good as missing as she invited him in, leading the way to the chairs by the small fireplace. "I was... hoping to talk, but you both were still asleep."

[blondecanary]

*Dinah's ring-tone at some point later, singing to itself*

[heromaniac]

Momoko grabbed the phone, sinking into the window seat. "Dinah, you feeling better?"

[blondecanary]

"Hey." Hi to you too, Momo. "Sorta?" Dinah dug her toes into the sand. It was too cold to go swimming, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the beach. "Anything new and exciting and awful happen?"

[heromaniac]

"We held a funeral for Ludmilla. A small private one." Momoko's voice was fond. "Karla's orders. It was really nice."

[glacial_queen]

To say that Karla had been avoiding Momoko would be, well, pretty much telling the truth. The meeting in the antechamber had gone disastrously and she was worried that Momoko wanted to talk to her only long enough to express her disappointment before leaving Glacia. Possibly forever. Even Dinah's note hadn't convinced Karla that she'd be back.

See, Momoko? It wasn't you, it really was Karla.

There was a light tap on Momoko's door and a very subdued, "Kiss kiss?"

[heromaniac]

There was a series of loud crashes and some very pretty sounding Japanese coming from the other side of the door. After a moment, it opened and a very calm and collected Momoko was standing there and trying not to shake.

The room behind her? Totally looked like she had just streaked through it in a hurry to answer the door and knocked over every bit of furniture in her way. Oops. Funny that.

"Hi?" That was your worried scared voice, Momoko. Try again, this time with a smile... "Hi!"

... good enough.

[glacial_queen]

Karla peeked over Momoko's shoulder, took in the chaos, and just shook her head. "I don't see anything, but you might wanna set this to rights before the hearth witches see this."

[heromaniac]

"Eh?" Momoko looked behind her and facepalmed before backing away from the door and stepping back into the room. So much for pretending to be calm and mature. "Ah. Uhm. There's too much furniture in the room!"

She reached for a small footstool, brushing at the fabric. "And, okay. I was in a hurry to get to the door. I've been hoping you'd come by."