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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room 5

[accrowed]

[ Ha, ha... poor Ky. Though he would've given his bunk up, too, if their positions were reversed. ]

Somehow, I doubt a guy like that will mind anyone stealing their bed out from under them.

[golden_dream]

I'm not stealing, I'm borrowing.

[accrowed]

Oh, yeah. That is what you said, isn't it? My bad.

[ He doesn't sound very apologetic or concerned about his mistake, regardless of what he just said. ] Anyway, why are you borrowing it?

[golden_dream]

Because the top bunk is up there, and I don't trust myself enough not to get dizzy, roll over, and crash on to the floor.

[accrowed]

Makes sense. After a long day, the last thing anyone wants to do is worry about tumbling off of their bed in the middle of the night. [ Briefly rubbing the back of his head before he heads to the doorway. ]

Just try and be careful in the morning, 'kay? Swapping won't do much good if you forget where you are in the morning and topple off anyway.

[ He gives her a brief wave and heads out of the room. Later, Rosa. ]

[golden_dream]

Hold on.

Where are you going?

[accrowed]

Nowhere special. Just figured I'd give you some space if you aren't feeling well.

[golden_dream]

...

[she sighs, rolling over.]

[accrowed]

[ She's a pretty odd one, isn't she? She seems done though so he'll go back to his previous plan. ]

Night. [ He leaves and closes the door behind him. ]