Opinions without 3.1415 are just Onions (Week1 post trial)

[ghostricked]

After everything, the house seems almost too still and too mundane. At least as long as the doors to that room remain closed. One by one those covered in what was once their teammate are lead to the showers or change in silence. There is no warm meal waiting for them. No words of encouragement.

Life goes on, regardless.

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[soupervillain]

[ Oh god a tiny dark shadow just jumped onto his bed it's a ghost he's gonna die - oh. Wait. He knows this shadow, even if it's missing its usual accoutrements. ]

...Hey, Hellcat.

[ Even when you're in the midst of dealing with severe psychological trauma, there's still something primally victorious about being chosen by a cat. Giovanni leans back onto the pillow for the first time tonight, resting a hand on Sissel's furry back. ]

No bandanna tonight, huh? I... I get it.

[ It was pretty obvious who'd done up the artwork on his regular one. Giovanni thinks Sissel must be feeling even worse than him right now, which is saying something. ]

[ghostricked]

[He meows in what sounds like agreement, though it's hard to say for sure.

He's purring, now that the hand is on him- he's not happy, exactly. But it's comforting]

[soupervillain]

[ Yeah, Giovanni gets it. It's gonna take a while for happy to happen again. He strokes Sissel's back gently, trying to lose himself in the purring and the small, warm body under his hand. He's still getting unwanted replays of this afternoon's events when he closes his eyes, but for now, it's a little easier to distract himself. A little. ]

Hey, I know you don't feel like talking tonight, and that's cool. I just want to say... thanks.

[ He doesn't even know if Sissel's still awake, but he whispers it into the darkness anyway. ]