Room 215, Saturday Morning

[hotmugofstfu]

Blackagar was most assuredly not in his own room. This much was obvious before he even opened his eyes this morning. Because there was someone with him. No one ever went into the room with him

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[nohaircutsplz]

When Medusalith woke up, she at first assumed Crystalia had climbed into bed with her again because of a nightmare. Little sisters were like that.

Then she sat up and realized that this was bad. This was very bad indeed. "C-cousin Blackagar?" Before he could respond she was waving her hands and her hair around, "No, no, do not say anything!" What was he doing here? Was she about to die?

[hotmugofstfu]

Blackagar nodded slowly in agreement with the 'not talking' plan. He looked around the room, wondering why it was very... girly.

Yes, even a boy who had lived in isolation could tell. Deal with it.

[nohaircutsplz]

"You're not supposed to be here!" Medusalith yelped, her hair lashing around her frantically. "You're supposed to be, um. In a room." She wasn't really clear on how that worked except for the whole 'and then we don't all die' part.

[hotmugofstfu]

Blackagar held his finger to his lips as though that would calm her down. He was well aware that he should be in a room, thank you.

He just... wasn't. It was stranger than he expected.