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theairlock2017-06-11 02:14 pm
airlockedmods) wrote in theairlock2017-06-11 02:14 pm
Week 5
[As with the weeks before, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to something resembling normalcy with shocking efficiency. The second floor rest area and Adventure Zone Death Orb Room are spotless again, the demon glitter has been vacuumed, the deflated orbs have been replaced. It's like none of it ever happened, like three more friends aren't dead and stored away in the guest house morgue.
There's a new floor to explore, their "reward" for a job well done.]
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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 4, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]
There's a new floor to explore, their "reward" for a job well done.]
[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 4, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]
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Of course. As long as you like.
[After a moment, he pulls away from her--just for a moment!--to crawl past her, lean over the edge of the bed, and reach for something underneath. When he comes back up, he's holding--a box of Bearies.
Which might be kind of bad taste, given her memory, but this is all he's got ready to eat on hand.
He settles into the pillows again, box in his lap, and puts his arm back where it belongs. Around her.]
How about that? We don't even need to leave the cave until, like. Lunch. [He tries a small smile.] Bachelor snack-stashing practices save the day again.
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You know. Maybe she should take offense. Maybe they're literally in poor taste. But when he settles back in next to her, all Yuuri can do is laugh. It sounds strange to hear it coming out of herself and she presses a hand to her mouth to try and get it back under control.
When she manages to compose herself her expression settles into a warm, fond smile. Everyone on the Fantasy Sweet has saved her in their own way. But she doesn't want to even imagine where she'd be without Junpei. ]
Yes. That sounds perfect.
[ She closes her eyes, huddles against him and lets out a long, slow sigh. It's alright. Maybe it won't be alright when she gets up. It definitely won't be alright when Friday comes around again. But here and now she feels safe. Happy. That's more than she could ask for. ]