[week three - thursday]

[ceded]

[ This has been such a long day.

This has been such a long week.

When Xion emerges from the bathhouse, it's exhausted and very sore, but finally really clean. She's already in pajamas, because she's quite honestly thinking of taking a quick nap to prepare for her camera vigil. She's barely slept in days with all that's gone on, after all.

But before she tries to brave the stairs up to her room - and she suddenly truly regrets, even though it was no choice of her own, having a room on the second floor - she meanders into the lounge. Pluto is at her side, exhibiting a certain cautious optimism that's, like, more personality than a dog should be able to display, probably?, but somehow works for him.

She seems a little surprised by who she sees there. For a moment, she's hesitant about approaching, but...

... maybe she just needs to give him a chance? He was awful when they met, but that night they all spent together wasn't so bad.

So Xion will hobble her way over, leaning heavily on her walking stick and smiling faintly. ]

Hi, Will.

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hello i am here........... late

[sweats]

[ Will finds himself in the lounge that evening, sipping a drink and reading, without Hannibal by his side. He's most likely off being a social butterfly again, which has Will in a bit of a snit but he makes due.

What he isn't expecting, of course, is Xion. Xion, who Will is fairly sure still isn't a big fan of his. He raises an eyebrow, curious before setting his book down.

Then there is Winston, laying on the couch with Will and curled in the space between Will and the back of the couch. He looks up briefly to look at Pluto before tucking his nose back into the cushion. ]

Xion. Are you looking for Hannibal?