sunday, week zero

[moraled]

[It's only to be expected that he needed a walk to clear his head after everything they'd been told had been allowed to sink in.

After all... it's a pretty hefty thing to hear. Even for someone like him, who is constantly dealing with murders...it's quite a lot.

Eventually, he does find his way to the kitchen, if only to find something to feed to Constantine, faithfully waiting for him back in his room--and he's only mildly surprised to find it already occupied.

Ah.]

Good evening. I recall meeting with you the first day.

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gaaaah i'm so sorry for the wait OTL

[feminitis]

[Sei had said it to someone else earlier in the week - "Who can think about food at a time like this?" - but apparently, one's stomach doesn't particularly care about shit having hit the fan. When it needs food, it needs it.

That's why she's here in the middle of the night. She's got something in the oven, apparently - the kitchen smells faintly of cooking potatoes - and she keeps peeking at it, unsure of how to tell exactly when it's done since she's unfamiliar with some of the appliances in here.

When she hears footsteps and a voice, she turns, and then smiles when she recognizes him.]

Oh, it's you! [Thank goodness, he's not one of the scary ones.] Did you get hungry, too?