( it's not a bad room, but it could use... something, don't you think? rather plain. male living space energy, and as much as she knows hiyori doesn't like for her to touch his things without permission, well... as long as it's not his things, it should be fine for her to touch, right? so the next time dito makes it to his room, he can walk in on a sweet looking girl with syrup in her hair and a pair of pancakes on her head as she tries to arrange a fresh set of curtains over their window.
it only takes a moment for her to finish up, and she'll turn to see who's opened the door. the hopeful expression on her face falls momentarily, but it's fine. she should be friendly, right? )
You must be Dito. Just a moment...
( with a light smile, maple straightens out the hem of her skirt, and dito may be able to hear a dull whirr beginning to start up, accompanied by a soft, mechanical clicking noise. give it a moment, and a series of jagged black appendages creep out from behind maple, who looks as calm as ever, even as they start towards him in a sharp, sudden motion. )
[ the only reason it's even at the very least clean in the first place is because of midori. it's not to dito's preference per se, but if it makes a blank canvas that he can mess up again, that's fun, too. his only problem being that he isn't certain how to deal with midori. dito's still figuring all of this out, so it only adds to his surprise disruptions when he walks back into his dorm after a long day of being a jackass and sees...someone else new here.
yet again, someone he doesn't know in his room doing things to it he doesn't approve of...
he sighs, audibly. brows immediately furrowing as he tosses his backpack on the floor and moves to unbuckle his spear off his belt, intending to throw it aside all the same. ]
Great. What now--
[ now he's regretting being so lackadaisical as soon as he hears the whirring and sees the crab legs or whatever exude from the otherwise innocuous young lady.
of course, he thinks, as he scrambles to unsheathe said spear now as he's backing away. it's sloppy and clearly exuding a kind of response by someone who's been taken by surprise, but he will defensively draw out his weapon in front of him to try and prevent anything from hitting him.
( for all of his concern, the jagged edges of her new extensions dart right past him, leaving only the sound of the displaced air in their wake. it's only if he turns around that he'll find that they — flat, dully metallic extensions that are sharp as blades on the edges if he looks — begin to cross paths with one another, surrounding him to block his path forward as well. all the while, maple has her hands clasped neatly in front of her, waiting for him to allow her to secure their mutual safety. )
Please stand still. You'll only get hurt if you try to struggle.
( her voice is calm as can be as she steps forward, genuine concern reflected in her eyes as she peers at him. she can't exactly dull the blades that have been installed in her, so it's best not to apply force, lest she hurt him more than is strictly necessary. though... her gaze does flicker to the spear, but she's not too afraid at the moment. he might be armed and feisty, but hiyori was right — she'll remain safe so long as there's distance between the two of them.
all he's really managed to do is justify the assumptions that led to this situation, and with every passing second, the blades will wrap closer around him. )
this has been an executive decision made by hiyori-kun himself until she can get her own place to stay. at least, he certainly didn't object, so that's where they've set themselves up with a small side table and two mismatched chairs procured from the living room. as for the tea, maple is making her way into the room right this very moment with it — the warm and sweet scent of an english breakfast blend filling the room as she makes her way to pour them each a cup. with that out of the way she can finally settle herself down in her seat, straightening out the folds of her skirt and clasping her hands together in excitement. )
So Ranger, you have to tell me everything. Have you been here long?
( certainly longer than her. what kinds of friends has he made, she wonders. )
[ It's always awkward for him to interact with other dolls. He's far more advanced than them, and far more complete, and so it's neither the same as dealing with a person like himself nor like a human interacting with a doll. That's particularly true of Hiyori's creations. But now they share a space, and he's obliged to watch over her as much as her creator, and so he takes the handle of the teacup without lifting it. ]
Six months. Telling you everything might be kinda hard. Whatchya wanna know?
[ He suspects that she has something a little more specific in mind. ]
( six months...! to think that he would be here for so long and maple would be none the wiser. she isn't one to question the technicalities of it too deeply though, and instead gives a thoughtful hum at the return question. while there must be other important things she can ask about, hiyori did already explain a little bit to her, and what she really wants to know now... well, isn't it obvious? )
How about the people then. Have you made any friends here? I'd love to meet them if you have.
( resting her chin on her hands, looking at him hopefully — tell her, ranger!! )
( cold... it's cold here... even now, she can feel the way the sensation blankets her skin, and while she can't bring an artificial body to shiver, it's enough to tug her lips into a frown. her temperature has never failed to regulate itself before, so why now? is there something wrong with her? the way her skin feels damp, as if with sweat, only causes her more concern as she traces a finger lightly against her arm. some kind of malfunction, then... something is wrong.
something is wrong.
the thought causes the breaths she takes to quicken, a reflection of her anxious state. hiyori... where is hiyori? it's hiyori who made her, after all, and only hiyori who could fix her if she were broken. she stumbles her way out of that horrid little room, up the passageway, and eventually, into the fresh air and trees. they don't end, but behind her, she can see a building through the foliage, and the way the passage she emerged from dips down into the earth. she decides that if there will be people— someone who can help her, then it would be in the building, rather than the forest. she's rewarded for her efforts when a head of green hair makes its way into her field of vision. )
Hiyo... ri...
( the distance closes, and he'll quickly find a hand tugging at the fabric of his sleeve, her eyes glassy and breathing shaky. )
[ hiyori is a perfectionist, hiyori is brilliant in his craft, and can make wishes come true, hiyori is a generous, thoughtful, and patient man that loves the concept of love. hiyori loves all his projects, the ones he put his all into that made them adored by his peers— to him, they're the world, and to others, just his nasty, little habit showing of obssessions he won't dare to let go.
his cute shin tsukimi will never die, forever trapped behind a thin screen with a blue scarf, and love will never die as well— those are eternal. so if they break, he'll fix them, if they pull, then he'll tug.
his hand slips around maple's, the concern visible on his face as he hears the exhaust in her voice. he doesn't push his creation away, no, he leans forward, closer than he should to check the state of her eyes. his other hand grips her chin gently, keeping her head up. ]
Did someone touch you?
[ her code, something precious that shouldn't be seen by anyone, a piece of what he gave her that shouldn't be shown to anyone. it's a serious delimma considering the information he has along with how dangerous it can be in general if she's not mindful.
maple's eyes have always been telling— ]
Run a system and memory diagnostic, [ he can feel the sweat on her body, which shouldn't be possible. he frowns even more due to that problem. ] if there's something wrong, you must tell me.
( his hand is warm against hers, and she can't find it in herself to be embarrassed about the clammy state of her own. it's soothing. it's nice. hiyori... is holding her hand. the faint flush that's dusted across her cheeks only burns darker as he tips her chin up, bringing her eyes to meet with his, lips pursed in a small pout. it's dizzying — the temperature? the panic? the way she imagines her heart might quicken if not for the fact that her love exists only in strings of code? yes.
it's strange, though, how it feels like at the sight of him alone, the sensation of his touch against her fingers, is enough to cure the icy sensation against her skin. to see the concern in his expression though, it's a nice feeling; warm and soft and sweet under her tongue. she could never bring herself to turn away from such a thing. )
Yes, Hiyori.
( her voice is soft-spoken but obedient, and despite the faintness of it, there's no tremble to its tone. she's silent for a long moment following though, countless algorithms and calculations taking place beneath the curtain of those lashes as her gaze lowers, and they offer a slow blink when the diagnostics come to an end. )
I've finished running the system and memory diagnostic. My memory library is fully intact, and my temperature regulation function has been temporarily suspended. I'll initiate a reboot now.
[here Helena is after classes, because she needs help. somehow, one of her school blouses has a hole in it - must be from usual wear and tear, but it's not like she can fix it herself. so, armed with merit points and good cheer, she makes her way to where the sewing club is. they've been decent sports about helping her in the past so long as she has something to trade, and Helena is confident today will be the same.
a gentle knock on the door before she opens it, making her way in. she can hear the sounds of someone going about in there, so she knows this isn't futile.]
Excuse me!
[if they're really busy, she'll wait patiently by the entrance.]
( the footsteps and shuffling in the room come to a stop as helena opens the door. in their place a bright and cheery voice greets her from inside, sweet as sugar. it's one she may recognize from across the hall if she's spent any time in the moon area of the dorms recently, but has never spoken to even so. not that maple seems to mind. )
[she's heard the voice, but not put it to a name - that's alright in her book. a new person just means to be extra courteous and polite for now, and perhaps this one will be willing to take her trade.]
Good day, I was looking to see if one of the sewing club members could take on a small repair job for me. One of my school shirts...I felt a tear in it. I have merit points to trade, for the time and work!
[simple, straightforward, and honest - she can't sew a single stitch, so better to leave this in the hands of more skilled sorts.]
( happy whatever day of the calendar march third is in the year 2000, add. your space is yet again being invaded — this time by a cute girl whose hair looks coated in syrup and pancakes. let's see... let's see... there was a certain kind of chip that hiyori said he needed to continue his work on shin, and by her understanding, they're supposed to have a couple spares in the workshop. in theory, at least. she's not quite sure where she'd find it at first, but all it takes is a quick peek through the doorway to make sure it's the right room, and a smile spreads across her face when someone is already inside. how lucky! she can just ask them. )
Hello... Is this the workshop that the programming club meets in?
[his back is turned to her, working diligently away at something on the workbench... whoever she is, he doesn't recognize her voice, so she's not important enough for him to bother turning around. and he was enjoying the peace and quiet of being alone in the club room today.]
If you're asking to join or whatever, go bother someone tomorrow. Club hours are already over. I have better things to do.
( what a rude answer... she doesn't really like it, but that's fine, she guesses. the terse temperaments of scientists are nothing new to her. )
Okay...
( and then she walks inside, because she's not a programmer and she doesn't have any particular interest in joining anyway. it looks like where he's sitting is where the majority of the electronic components and tools are located though, compared to the rest of the room looking like a woodwork shop, so she makes her way over and starts peering around. opening drawers... checking cabinets... here and there, she'll pick something up and set it aside as she tries to sort through things, murmuring softly to herself as she searches. )
and as shin makes his way through the forest—his dream—he'll find that before long, the path beneath his feet begins to change. patterns form along the length of it, and the further he goes, the more they begin to illuminate the way forward as energy travels through them. electricity, he'll find, as the circuitry beneath his feet expands further. first to the trees, which become pillars that reach to the ceiling, and then beyond to eventually be replaced with his natural habitat: the inside of a certain laptop. however it looks, there's certainly a window. or maybe it's more like a screen. on the other side, after all, shin can see the face of a vaguely familiar girl with a sweet smile on her lips, smiling happily as she continues on. )
—so don't worry. Hiyori is busy today, so he said that we can keep each other company while he's working.
[He comes up closer to the screen, being so far away feels... wrong, somehow. Like it's not in his sprite set. It's easier to render this way. He feels bad for being relieved... Maple's scary when she's mad, but Hiyori is scarier... but he shouldn't think that way about a friend, should he?]
He must be working on something really important, ehehe...
[Wonder what it is... he can be good at keeping questions to himself and not pestering people. He'll find out when Hiyori wants to talk about it... for better or worse. Right now... it's nice to see somewhere new that's not the inside of the security room, the cushions and windows and colours. He stays facing forward, closed and waiting smile on his face, but he's drinking in the details of the camera and saving them away. It's different knowing he's here, right now, resting on top of something, as opposed to a live feed from somewhere entirely else in the building. It's like a little holiday!
Unease is so constant a companion as to fade into normality. He has memory of being other places, having limbs and hands and a heartbeat... but he's an AI now. If he thinks it's cool then there's no record of anything else.]
( it is a nice view—scenic even if perhaps not entirely true to life. the icing that lines the corners, where ceiling meets wall meets floor, and dripping down here and there as if melted. sprinkles adorn the furniture here and there, but the vibe at least, remains the same; saccharine and sweet, and perfectly suited to a girl like maple. it's not the environment, but the words he says that bring a troubled expression to cross her face. )
Well, it is coming up soon, after all. So scary...
( she says it matter-of-factly, but of course a participant—an obstructor—would need to know the rules in order to fulfil her role. it's different for shin, but her anxieties are clear either way... it seems that at the very least, whatever work approaches for him, it must be dangerous to warrant such concern.
there's a moment of thought, and maple's eyes lift to the screen, expectant worry furrowing her brows. )
( it's some time after her discussion with noah that she returns to search for her second target. kaede... kaede... maple doesn't believe the two of them have met yet, but according to hiyori, kaede is one of those who could use some sweetness the most. well, maple does suppose that she seemed to take today's topic pretty hard.
for now, she'll approach with two cups of tea—this time balanced neatly on a little tray, along with a teapot—and seems to be examining the other girl for a long moment before she speaks up. there's a slight tilt of her head, and: )
Excuse me... Kaede? I made you a cup of tea, if you'd like—Hiyori was worried about you.
[it seems like everyone's more or less come to an understanding, at least, for better or worse... kaede twists her skirt in her hands until maple speaks up; she smoothes it out again and smiles, looking at surprise when she realizes... just how cute... this girl is. aw. she's adorable looking.
hiyori, though. well... okay.]
Yes, that's me, and... thank you, I'd love some. Hiyori-kun was rather kind to me before too, this isn't the first time he's seen me upset and fixed it with some tea.
[... for all the care she was advised to take around him, the man makes a mean cup. it had helped anyway, and she won't turn down kindness shown in hard times.]
My name is Maple. I know Hiyori from before this place. We're... a little bit close.
( she'd like to think so, at least, and looks rather proud to share the fact.
oh, but she does nod along with kaede's comment about him. it's not something she's inclined to disagree with, instead wearing a smile now that her invitation seems to have been more or less accepted. the first half of it, anyway. as for the second: )
He's a very kind person, and he asked me to check on you. I wanted to ask if you would like to chat with me for a little while.
( it's some time after the meeting—soon enough for things to feel relevant and timely, but not so much that the wounds should still be too raw. she's had to attend to midori's concerns first, after all, but that doesn't make maple less worried about her own friend. the very next opportunity she gets, seeing helena outside of her room for one reason or another, maple will make a direct beeline over to her. )
Do you have a few minutes? I wanted to chat with you.
[really, she wanted to be unnoticed. she wanted to disappear into her room and not emerge. in her head is rattling the hateful things she said, the bitter shrieks that had torn from her. things she regrets, even if she can't apologize for them. her slipping out is only to get water, and then to return. but spotted, she supposes that's so.
her demeanor's changed from the bright, warm girl that Maple met a few days ago. grief makes her presence smaller, but she manages to be polite, all the same.]
Of course. What's on your mind, Maple?
[she did promise, after all, to talk when she wanted.]
( it's already late in the evening by the time maple comes to find ranger. he needed space, and she understood that. it was something easy to see, judging by the way he attached himself to his partner's side, and while maple is quite eager to meet him... she also understands that there are some things that you just shouldn't impose on. in any case, she thinks she's given time enough for the two of them to calm down and find comfort, and so now she stands in front of sun two and taps her knuckles lightly against the door.
she hasn't seen ranger leave since returning, so she imagines he should be inside still. )
[ Ranger cracks the door, peeking out from behind the slit to determine who it is and how to react. It's only Maple, and so rather than open it just to tell them off he opens it further. He stands in the gap, hand remaining on the handle, a cheerful expression card held in the other.
Did Midori send her? No, he would have come by himself if he needed something. Maple is sensitive, so he supposes it must be a follow up from that disaster of a meeting. ]
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♡ 02/25 – dito
it only takes a moment for her to finish up, and she'll turn to see who's opened the door. the hopeful expression on her face falls momentarily, but it's fine. she should be friendly, right? )
You must be Dito. Just a moment...
( with a light smile, maple straightens out the hem of her skirt, and dito may be able to hear a dull whirr beginning to start up, accompanied by a soft, mechanical clicking noise. give it a moment, and a series of jagged black appendages creep out from behind maple, who looks as calm as ever, even as they start towards him in a sharp, sudden motion. )
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yet again, someone he doesn't know in his room doing things to it he doesn't approve of...
he sighs, audibly. brows immediately furrowing as he tosses his backpack on the floor and moves to unbuckle his spear off his belt, intending to throw it aside all the same. ]
Great. What now--
[ now he's regretting being so lackadaisical as soon as he hears the whirring and sees the crab legs or whatever exude from the otherwise innocuous young lady.
of course, he thinks, as he scrambles to unsheathe said spear now as he's backing away. it's sloppy and clearly exuding a kind of response by someone who's been taken by surprise, but he will defensively draw out his weapon in front of him to try and prevent anything from hitting him.
ma'am he just walked in............ ]
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Please stand still. You'll only get hurt if you try to struggle.
( her voice is calm as can be as she steps forward, genuine concern reflected in her eyes as she peers at him. she can't exactly dull the blades that have been installed in her, so it's best not to apply force, lest she hurt him more than is strictly necessary. though... her gaze does flicker to the spear, but she's not too afraid at the moment. he might be armed and feisty, but hiyori was right — she'll remain safe so long as there's distance between the two of them.
all he's really managed to do is justify the assumptions that led to this situation, and with every passing second, the blades will wrap closer around him. )
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02/26 – ranger
this has been an executive decision made by hiyori-kun himself until she can get her own place to stay. at least, he certainly didn't object, so that's where they've set themselves up with a small side table and two mismatched chairs procured from the living room. as for the tea, maple is making her way into the room right this very moment with it — the warm and sweet scent of an english breakfast blend filling the room as she makes her way to pour them each a cup. with that out of the way she can finally settle herself down in her seat, straightening out the folds of her skirt and clasping her hands together in excitement. )
So Ranger, you have to tell me everything. Have you been here long?
( certainly longer than her. what kinds of friends has he made, she wonders. )
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Six months. Telling you everything might be kinda hard. Whatchya wanna know?
[ He suspects that she has something a little more specific in mind. ]
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How about the people then. Have you made any friends here? I'd love to meet them if you have.
( resting her chin on her hands, looking at him hopefully — tell her, ranger!! )
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♡ 02/25 – midori
something is wrong.
the thought causes the breaths she takes to quicken, a reflection of her anxious state. hiyori... where is hiyori? it's hiyori who made her, after all, and only hiyori who could fix her if she were broken. she stumbles her way out of that horrid little room, up the passageway, and eventually, into the fresh air and trees. they don't end, but behind her, she can see a building through the foliage, and the way the passage she emerged from dips down into the earth. she decides that if there will be people— someone who can help her, then it would be in the building, rather than the forest. she's rewarded for her efforts when a head of green hair makes its way into her field of vision. )
Hiyo... ri...
( the distance closes, and he'll quickly find a hand tugging at the fabric of his sleeve, her eyes glassy and breathing shaky. )
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his cute shin tsukimi will never die, forever trapped behind a thin screen with a blue scarf, and love will never die as well— those are eternal. so if they break, he'll fix them, if they pull, then he'll tug.
his hand slips around maple's, the concern visible on his face as he hears the exhaust in her voice. he doesn't push his creation away, no, he leans forward, closer than he should to check the state of her eyes. his other hand grips her chin gently, keeping her head up. ]
Did someone touch you?
[ her code, something precious that shouldn't be seen by anyone, a piece of what he gave her that shouldn't be shown to anyone. it's a serious delimma considering the information he has along with how dangerous it can be in general if she's not mindful.
maple's eyes have always been telling— ]
Run a system and memory diagnostic, [ he can feel the sweat on her body, which shouldn't be possible. he frowns even more due to that problem. ] if there's something wrong, you must tell me.
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it's strange, though, how it feels like at the sight of him alone, the sensation of his touch against her fingers, is enough to cure the icy sensation against her skin. to see the concern in his expression though, it's a nice feeling; warm and soft and sweet under her tongue. she could never bring herself to turn away from such a thing. )
Yes, Hiyori.
( her voice is soft-spoken but obedient, and despite the faintness of it, there's no tremble to its tone. she's silent for a long moment following though, countless algorithms and calculations taking place beneath the curtain of those lashes as her gaze lowers, and they offer a slow blink when the diagnostics come to an end. )
I've finished running the system and memory diagnostic. My memory library is fully intact, and my temperature regulation function has been temporarily suspended. I'll initiate a reboot now.
( ... )
... I'm cold.
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02/28, sewing club
a gentle knock on the door before she opens it, making her way in. she can hear the sounds of someone going about in there, so she knows this isn't futile.]
Excuse me!
[if they're really busy, she'll wait patiently by the entrance.]
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( the footsteps and shuffling in the room come to a stop as helena opens the door. in their place a bright and cheery voice greets her from inside, sweet as sugar. it's one she may recognize from across the hall if she's spent any time in the moon area of the dorms recently, but has never spoken to even so. not that maple seems to mind. )
Are you looking for something?
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Good day, I was looking to see if one of the sewing club members could take on a small repair job for me. One of my school shirts...I felt a tear in it. I have merit points to trade, for the time and work!
[simple, straightforward, and honest - she can't sew a single stitch, so better to leave this in the hands of more skilled sorts.]
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Hello... Is this the workshop that the programming club meets in?
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[his back is turned to her, working diligently away at something on the workbench... whoever she is, he doesn't recognize her voice, so she's not important enough for him to bother turning around. and he was enjoying the peace and quiet of being alone in the club room today.]
If you're asking to join or whatever, go bother someone tomorrow. Club hours are already over. I have better things to do.
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Okay...
( and then she walks inside, because she's not a programmer and she doesn't have any particular interest in joining anyway. it looks like where he's sitting is where the majority of the electronic components and tools are located though, compared to the rest of the room looking like a woodwork shop, so she makes her way over and starts peering around. opening drawers... checking cabinets... here and there, she'll pick something up and set it aside as she tries to sort through things, murmuring softly to herself as she searches. )
Where could it be?
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03/10 – shin
and as shin makes his way through the forest—his dream—he'll find that before long, the path beneath his feet begins to change. patterns form along the length of it, and the further he goes, the more they begin to illuminate the way forward as energy travels through them. electricity, he'll find, as the circuitry beneath his feet expands further. first to the trees, which become pillars that reach to the ceiling, and then beyond to eventually be replaced with his natural habitat: the inside of a certain laptop. however it looks, there's certainly a window. or maybe it's more like a screen. on the other side, after all, shin can see the face of a vaguely familiar girl with a sweet smile on her lips, smiling happily as she continues on. )
—so don't worry. Hiyori is busy today, so he said that we can keep each other company while he's working.
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[He comes up closer to the screen, being so far away feels... wrong, somehow. Like it's not in his sprite set. It's easier to render this way. He feels bad for being relieved... Maple's scary when she's mad, but Hiyori is scarier... but he shouldn't think that way about a friend, should he?]
He must be working on something really important, ehehe...
[Wonder what it is... he can be good at keeping questions to himself and not pestering people. He'll find out when Hiyori wants to talk about it... for better or worse. Right now... it's nice to see somewhere new that's not the inside of the security room, the cushions and windows and colours. He stays facing forward, closed and waiting smile on his face, but he's drinking in the details of the camera and saving them away. It's different knowing he's here, right now, resting on top of something, as opposed to a live feed from somewhere entirely else in the building. It's like a little holiday!
Unease is so constant a companion as to fade into normality. He has memory of being other places, having limbs and hands and a heartbeat... but he's an AI now. If he thinks it's cool then there's no record of anything else.]
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Well, it is coming up soon, after all. So scary...
( she says it matter-of-factly, but of course a participant—an obstructor—would need to know the rules in order to fulfil her role. it's different for shin, but her anxieties are clear either way... it seems that at the very least, whatever work approaches for him, it must be dangerous to warrant such concern.
there's a moment of thought, and maple's eyes lift to the screen, expectant worry furrowing her brows. )
Do you think things will turn out okay, Shin?
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03/05 – kaede
for now, she'll approach with two cups of tea—this time balanced neatly on a little tray, along with a teapot—and seems to be examining the other girl for a long moment before she speaks up. there's a slight tilt of her head, and: )
Excuse me... Kaede? I made you a cup of tea, if you'd like—Hiyori was worried about you.
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hiyori, though. well... okay.]
Yes, that's me, and... thank you, I'd love some. Hiyori-kun was rather kind to me before too, this isn't the first time he's seen me upset and fixed it with some tea.
[... for all the care she was advised to take around him, the man makes a mean cup. it had helped anyway, and she won't turn down kindness shown in hard times.]
And you are...?
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( she'd like to think so, at least, and looks rather proud to share the fact.
oh, but she does nod along with kaede's comment about him. it's not something she's inclined to disagree with, instead wearing a smile now that her invitation seems to have been more or less accepted. the first half of it, anyway. as for the second: )
He's a very kind person, and he asked me to check on you. I wanted to ask if you would like to chat with me for a little while.
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03/05 – helena
( it's some time after the meeting—soon enough for things to feel relevant and timely, but not so much that the wounds should still be too raw. she's had to attend to midori's concerns first, after all, but that doesn't make maple less worried about her own friend. the very next opportunity she gets, seeing helena outside of her room for one reason or another, maple will make a direct beeline over to her. )
Do you have a few minutes? I wanted to chat with you.
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her demeanor's changed from the bright, warm girl that Maple met a few days ago. grief makes her presence smaller, but she manages to be polite, all the same.]
Of course. What's on your mind, Maple?
[she did promise, after all, to talk when she wanted.]
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03/05 – ranger
she hasn't seen ranger leave since returning, so she imagines he should be inside still. )
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Did Midori send her? No, he would have come by himself if he needed something. Maple is sensitive, so he supposes it must be a follow up from that disaster of a meeting. ]
... Maple. Did you need something?
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