Catch-all; Sieghart

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Week 0: Monday

[ercnerd]

[En route to another section of the campus, Sieghart, now clad badly in Spring Dorm color, grins at a familiar face.]

Oh, it's you. How's class treating you?

[momming]

Oh, hello!

[ ... wow, he sure is living the school spirit. ]

It's... very strange to be back at school, honestly. I'd already done my time. And what about you? Did you get enough rest?

[ercnerd]

[It's embracing the school spirit or wearing the same clothes for so many days in a row.]

I slept the whole day! . . . Well, I got up for short periods of time. But I didn't go anywhere.

[That was a heavenly day.]

That means I've more or less won the challenge.

[momming]

[ She blinks. ]

Challenge?

[ Was it a challenge?? ]

Week 0, post-investigation

[momming]

[ Hi, Sieghart. Otome is actually just circling you, frowning. ]

Do you need medical attention?

[ercnerd]

[Hi, Otome. Sieghart is back in uniform, so that he can be in a set of dry clothes.]

They're just bites. They'll heal.

[momming]

Were any of them bleeding?

[ Listen. She's fussy. How many bites can she still see-- ]

Week 0: Sunday

[ercnerd]

[His dorm is right behind Otome's, so it's by sheer luck that he crosses her path when he decides to step out for a bit.]

Hey. How's your body?

[momming]

I'm not entirely sure that's something you should ask a lady. [ quietly-- but her ribs have been taped up, head wound and foot tended to. ]

I'll be fine. Nothing that won't heal in a matter of weeks.

[ercnerd]

[She's a kid to him, so he doesn't see the problem.]

Tomorrow is coming sooner than that. Get some rest while you can.

Week 1: Sunday

[ercnerd]

[He loiters by the Summer Dorm with his weight on his right leg and the same splint from Saturday around his left. Is he waiting? Most probably, based on the way he turns to Otome once he spots her.]

How is she?

[momming]

"She"?

[ She blinks up at him, although she is also automatically looking him over to make sure he isn't in clear discomfort. ]

[ercnerd]

Manwol.

[His right arm is newly splinted with wood, rather than a couple of chopsticks strung together by torn condoms. Seeing as he's taken care not to put unnecessary weight on his aching bones, he looks quite well off at a glance.]

She's going to be a regular of yours at this rate.

Week 6, Monday

[momming]

[ Well, she rested. And fussed over people. And now here she is by the pool, looking at a phone that's different than her usual. She glances up at an indication of movement, before she smiles. ]

Going for a swim?

[ercnerd]

[Walking up to the pool and Otome, he gives the phone a quick glance.]

I thought I'd soak my feet. What about you?

[momming]

I had the same thought. I just got a little sidetracked.

[ This phone looks so ancient compared to the other one, honestly. ]

Week 6: Tuesday

[ercnerd]

[Sieghart is at the café, sipping tea. Otome may or may not be aware of his presence before she sees him, considering his thoughts drift into their surroundings.

. . . wonder how she's doing. She's got a clear support system, so she should be fine. But I can't help worrying . . . ]

[momming]

... Oh? Someone on your mind?

[ And she's heading towards him to plop down, her thought one of curiosity. ]

I was just pondering this new note about sharing who we care about.

[ercnerd]

Oh, Otome.

[He sets the cup down.]

Are you interested in sharing?

Week 6, Saturday

[momming]

[ And he's... in the sandbox, apparently.

She just sort of crouches down outside of it. ]

What a day it's been.

[ercnerd]

[Indeed, he is in the sandbox. He's not here to play with the sand, but to take advantage of the seating it provides as he motions to the vacant space beside him.]

That doesn't look comfortable. Sit down if you mean to stay a while.

[momming]

I'm assuming you do, so.

[ It's fine.

In she climbs. ]

Week 7: Monday

[ercnerd]

[The world is unraveling before them. Sieghart stands between the dormitories as he takes stock of the changes.]

So it's happening here now . . .

[momming]

Well, Hugo wasn't joking when he said it was aiming for a finale.

[ercnerd]

I've never thought of him as the joking type.

Things are getting serious fast.