[It's pretty late by the time Hurricane and Nemesis make it to the hideout, and later still before they end up settling in the mattress fort. It's comfortable, if still fairly chilly at night--indoors or no, the heating situation still needs to be dealt with--but there are plenty of blankets and it's not as though they need an excuse to share body heat.
Nemesis blinks and realizes she's lost the thread of whatever conversation they'd been having; time to throw in the towel and admit she's beginning to fade.]
requiem: HURRICANE requiem: HURRICAAaaaaaaane requiem: buddy requiem: pal requiem: i ttly forgot to ask wat w/ all the weird soul junk requiem: how ur date went requiem: 🎊🎊🎊
Nemesis!: ok i know maybe i dont got much leg to stand on in this case Nemesis!: and no that wasnt supposed to be a pun but its pretty good come tot hink of it Nemesis!: but also where are you yur usually not so quiet Nemesis!: i mean if you got a hot date or sth that is fine but otherwkse ???
[It actually takes a surprising amount of time for an answer. Usually he gets back to her in a couple of minutes. This time it's pushing an hour before the reply comes:]
hurricane: nah no date or nothin hurricane: went to the cafe
[At some point, Hurricane will have to make it back to his room--phone batteries don't last forever, and there are so many steps between here and the hideout.
Perhaps he'll notice a few things out of place--a light left on here, an extra box lunch there. Also, there's somebody curled up in his bed; that probably is also new but whatever]
[It's probably close to 1 or 2 by the time he makes it back. He's swung by the hideout to grab a change of clothes just so he could disappear directly into the bathroom and finally get a shower without chancing running into his team.]
[Then... well, he guesses he'd better hang out in the dorm a little while. He promised Intensity no going grey, after all.]
[He gets all of two steps into his room before he takes in the differences - notices the occupant of his bed and goes stock still there in the entryway, fingers going tight around his shoddy makeshift crutch.]
Demonspawn: I understand that you are overwhelmed and need to rest Demonspawn: But I am glad you've been returned Demonspawn: I thought that a text would be more appropriate than adding myself to the crowd you must be dealing with
Alexander: We figuratively danced around the subject at the masquerade, but, yes, I do remember what happened in that dream of yours. Alexander: It is a skill of BARiTONES, you should not be surprised. Alexander: Regardless, you have earned your rest. Alexander: Your dreams have not been kind to you, I doubt that this will encourage them into a positive direction. Alexander: So if you would like for me to craft you a dream so that you can rest, do send word.
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