[week one - sunday]

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[ It's over.

Though she promised herself she wouldn't cry, that she'd do her best for Tiara, she's still upset over Jason blocking her view, and the sourness in her chest lingers no matter how hard she tries to get her mind off of it.

Is this ... it? They just ... go back to their "normal" lives again, and wait for someone to strike on Thursday?

Almost immediately after that horrible scene, Xion takes off with Pluto at her side. She doesn't know how to be around everyone right now. They're all so ... so human, and in many ways, she's never felt more disconnected from them.

Riku will understand.

Riku always understands. ]

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In the hotel would be best. You know, that's where you should be too, Riku. [ It's said gently, not quite an admonishment, but her worry should be clear. ]

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[heroinwait]

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[heroinwait]

[Her words startle him--Riku looks up, his surprise apparent on his face before his expression softens into a wry sort of smile.

It's been a long time since he had anybody worrying over him like this.]

Don't worry, I will be.

I came back to the hotel three nights ago. We don't know what happens yet to people who miss curfew. If we're going to go back home, I can't die because of something like that.

[That being said, he might be willing to leave the hotel during the night now that they've seen what happened once...]

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[ His response produces -- well, first a look of some surprise in reaction to his own, before the lines of her face soften into a shy smile. ]

Okay. Good. I won't push you, but as long as you're in the hotel on Thursday nights I guess it's okay. You're ... someone I care about, too.

[heroinwait]

[Do you see that smile? That's not going away.]

Nui's my roommate. I think I'm probably safer out at the homestead than I am here.

[Her words about him being someone she cares about seems to sober him up, though. He's let himself get carried away here, glad to have an ally in a place that just wants him to die.

You shouldn't care about me, his brain says. It's my fault you're here in the first place. It's my fault you have to go through all of this.

It's my fault that you exist, so it's my fault that you can't exist, too.

It takes a moment or two before he responds, and when he does his voice is even, speaking with a confidence he doesn't feel.]

...thanks, Xion. But you're somebody important to me, so you have to take care of yourself too, all right?

[Without even meaning to, he puts a slight emphasis on somebody.]