QUASIPLATONICROMANTIC NOT-MESS

[chanteuser]

i'm still wheezing y'all

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[chanteuser]

[ she watches him put the raptor down and pick it up again... and then she shift over a bit. if he can get up here, he’s welcome to sit here. ]

You can remain here as long as you need to. I’m... well. Roommate-less now.

[antaressnipe]

[... Well. He glances down at the raptor, then past it at his... legs... and can't really look at them with any amount of curiosity now, he truly does not care.

Still, he should just remain by the side of the bed, yes? Chiron settles for that with a little nod and approaches, lowering himself on the floor. Thankfully, he's still tall enough that he and Alex can talk comfortably.]

Miss Fiora, yes?

[Another of the... Removed. They had not spoken much, but it is still a loss to shoulder]

[chanteuser]

[ alex reaches out, and automatically curls some of chiron’s hair around her fingers. it’s for confort —- but whether it’s hers or his, she couldn’t say. ]

Yeah. I didn’t talk to her a lot, but she was nice.

I wonder what happened to her.

[antaressnipe]

[He does not mind -- and it helps that his hair is plenty long enough to curl around her fingertips as she wishes, though Chiron's manner remains subdued]

... I do not know.

[He was... preoccupied. As was Alex, most likely]

... There are four dead. I do not doubt trial will be somewhat disorganized as a result.

[chanteuser]

There will be a lot of things to look through. I just... hope that we don’t mess it up again.

[ she smoothes her fingers across the locks of hair she’s playing with almost absently ]

[arkitect]

[emet-selch doesn't have a lot to say, considering he severely dislikes this pain in the ass of an effect-- but instead of sitting on the bed or somewhere else, he takes a seat next to chiron. not touching, but closer than he usually likes to be.

he'll let treasure sit with him too, if hansa is still occupied.]

[antaressnipe]

[... It is probably for the best Emet can't speak. Chiron glances to him for a moment and his gaze is heavy, as if tempted to ask the other if he thinks Chiron is foolish for this reaction.

But he'll say nothing, and his deer simply wanders closer, placing her head on Emet's knee if he lets her get away from it. Chiron's arms are still occupied with the newest dinosaur, after all.]

[arkitect]

[he sets a hand lightly on the deer's head. she can get away with it, for tonight.

that heavy look gets a mostly neutral one in return, though his mouth's pulled into a frown below his mask-- but he remains contemplative, more than upset.]