[ Hi, Beau. Otome is looking a wee bit tired, but she's unable to sit still, so she'll run into her sooner rather than later, blinking as she catches sight of her. ]
[ Otome is keeping her wandering to the bare minimum, in the interest of taking it easy (because people have been fussing and it feels weird to be on the receiving end). But the library is one of those necessary stops, and she pauses when she rounds the corner and sees a familiar face. ]
[she waves a little, and moves a bit closer. she's holding like three books - a history book, a chemistry book, and a book on various religions.
and like, she's going to say something, except like, instead she just shifts her books to one hip and reaches out to grab otome's hand and bites it? not hard, but like. enough.
[ Hi, Beau. Otome isn't feeling up to jogging all over the place, but she does feel like she ought to check on Beau, at least. And when she enters the library-- ah. ]
she's probably asleep outside the winter dorm on the porch, with a blanket. she's sitting up and it looks like she didn't mean to fall asleep here, oops.]
[ ... She gets the feeling Beau isn't going to make herself easy to find. And it's not Otome can go sprinting around looking for her. But she can go slowly wandering in search of her, several scarves in hand for all the people being emotionally distressed who didn't dress warmly. Just in case.
also sorry otome she's just curled up next to a tree somewhere. she at least looks better than she did, covered in less severe burns and partially healed bruises. her knuckles are a fucking incredible mess though. she's also completely red-eyed and blotchy in places because she's been crying for... several hours.
[at some point beau probably helps people pick otome up off the ground, and carries her off to rest. she's sitting by otome for a bit, kicking her feet absently, scratching at the back of her left palm. she's got matching a matching eye, after all.]
[ Otome is honestly just kind of lost in some sort of post-poison-and-excursion exhausted haze, but she's finally glancing over at Beau's hand. And, quietly-- ]
That happened. Otome doing her best to not go off on hyperventilation round 2 during the execution and tending to Mandricardo and she is pretty sure she still looks as terrible as she feels and not exactly ready to try and face everyone else that she hasn't spoken with already, but.
One can't wander too very far with Injuries or at least not very quickly, so she pauses to catch her breath. And breathes out, shakily.
-- And then kind of freezes like a deer in the headlights when her gaze falls on a familiar face. ]
[beau also freezes, fists clenched. she doesn't know what to do here - thankfully, she's far enough that her emotions are probably not able to be sensed, but.]
... Otome. [she says, voice a bit hoarse. she's defensive, guarded, watching with her jaw tense and mouth twisted, a bit.]
[ And Otome won't keep her waiting, settling down in the grass beside her a lot more easily than she sat this morning and patting her thighs. C'mere, she'll give you a lap pillow.
But also she has a glass of water that she's going to gently press into Beau's hand. ]
Drink that. The more hydrated you are, the less the hangover will hurt tomorrow.
[ Sorry that Otome is all kinds of stressed right now, like. Practically vibrating with nerves but she's doing her best to act like it's fine, she's fine until after the meeting has ended.
... She gently peels off the Paw Patrol bandaid. And automatically-- ]
[now that the meeting is over, she's like - less fine. beau was doing a pretty good job of keeping chill for ichiro's sake, but now that she's out here, away from people looking at her, she just. kicks a fucking wall.
and then hears otome.]
-- Fine. I'm fine. [she says, immediately.] Are you? You're not gonna get in trouble, right?
[ it's not all that long before there's a response back. ]
I'm glad to hear that, but take it easy, okay? You've had a long day, too. This weekend may only get harder, so save your strength and I will too. I'll see you tomorrow, Beau. Sweet dreams!
[she lets otome talk to other people - beau has other people to crash into too, and lots of wrangling, but eventually she comes back and offers her hands. take pls.]
... Hey, you. [soft, sweet. I missed you so much.]
[at some point like, in the evening, there's a message sent to otome and it's a recording of beau just yelling song lyrics to some random love song at the top of her lungs, to the sound of ichiro laughing in the background. the lyrics don't even make sense, and the message cuts off abruptly to giggles.]
[it's the beep of her phone that wakes her up, but she is just... ignoring it. because she's curled up, sleepy and warm, tucked into one of the winter suite one rooms, nose pressed against otome's hair.
she makes a grouchy sound and kicks her phone off the bed before pulling otome closer with a sigh.]
[ her own phone is beeping and maybe that's part of the reason why Otome stirs, or maybe because Beau's pulled her closer and she's automatically snuggling in and leaving warm and drowsy kisses against her collarbone.
The beeping continues and she fumbles behind her to find her phone. ]
[ She doesn't reach out right away. To give Beau a chance to breathe and recover from assimilation, to give herself a moment to tend to her injuries and not think about Annie and yet another life she'd taken.
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Week 0, Sunday
Wow, this person looks like she really has it out for them, so Otome pauses. ]
Is everything all right?
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What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine? I'm trying to see if it'll spit out anything else than condoms.
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Week 0, post-investigation
Ah... hello, Beau.
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-- Oh. Hey. [she tilts her head to look over at otome.] ... You okay?
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w1, monday
... Hey. Good to see you up.
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Thank you! Ah, for the sentiment as well as the drink. [ And she takes the hot chocolate. ]
I thought I shouldn't press my luck and miss classes. I just have to take things a little slower this week.
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Week 1, Tuesday
Hello, Beau! Reading anything interesting?
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and like, she's going to say something, except like, instead she just shifts her books to one hip and reaches out to grab otome's hand and bites it? not hard, but like. enough.
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Week 1, Saturday
... That was a bit of a disaster, wasn't it?
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Yeah, no, disaster is an understatement. How are you doing?
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w1, sunday
Beauregard Lionett (dopemonkshit)
Are you taking care of yourself
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w2, wednesday
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Hey!!!
Come meet me at the orchard and garden place
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[ Or several, but she'll make her way there! ]
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w2, saturday
Usby
Busy
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Not for you.
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w3, monday
beau grins, and waves.]
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She looks more confused than alarmed, at least. ]
New friend, Beau?
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Week 3, Thursday
Going to go check on her.
Beau!!! ]
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she's probably asleep outside the winter dorm on the porch, with a blanket. she's sitting up and it looks like she didn't mean to fall asleep here, oops.]
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Week 3, Friday jesus christ superstar
The search is on. ]
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also sorry otome she's just curled up next to a tree somewhere. she at least looks better than she did, covered in less severe burns and partially healed bruises. her knuckles are a fucking incredible mess though. she's also completely red-eyed and blotchy in places because she's been crying for... several hours.
she doesn't even look up when otome comes close.]
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w3, saturday
Tonight
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That's my line. If you need anything at all, please don't hesitate to tell me.
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Week 4, Monday
I can certainly think of a few people who would love a place like this.
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[she's sprawled in a chair, reading the directions on the back of a bottle.]
I kinda want to go crazy this week with all this stuff.
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w4, thursday before curfew
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I imagine you have questions.
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Week 4, Friday
Otome is nowhere near put-together enough for this, even though she coughed up blood on Beau yesterday?? Yeah! ]
Are you all right?
[ She can't run around properly still but she can still fuss. Maybe out of desperate habit. ]
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Wrangling people mostly
Trying to make sure they're okay
Are you resting?
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Week 4, Sunday
That happened. Otome doing her best to not go off on hyperventilation round 2 during the execution and tending to Mandricardo and she is pretty sure she still looks as terrible as she feels and not exactly ready to try and face everyone else that she hasn't spoken with already, but.
One can't wander too very far with Injuries or at least not very quickly, so she pauses to catch her breath. And breathes out, shakily.
-- And then kind of freezes like a deer in the headlights when her gaze falls on a familiar face. ]
Beau...
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... Otome. [she says, voice a bit hoarse. she's defensive, guarded, watching with her jaw tense and mouth twisted, a bit.]
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Week 5, Wednesday
Goodness, you're at it early.
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Oh - hey. Yeah, just practicing. [... holds out her hand, c'mere.]
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w5, wednesday night
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But also she has a glass of water that she's going to gently press into Beau's hand. ]
Drink that. The more hydrated you are, the less the hangover will hurt tomorrow.
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Week 5, Thursday
... She gently peels off the Paw Patrol bandaid. And automatically-- ]
Are you all right, Beau?
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and then hears otome.]
-- Fine. I'm fine. [she says, immediately.] Are you? You're not gonna get in trouble, right?
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w5, thursday
Hey
Everything's okay over here
I'll see you tomorrow, okay?
Be careful
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I'm glad to hear that, but take it easy, okay? You've had a long day, too.
This weekend may only get harder, so save your strength and I will too.
I'll see you tomorrow, Beau. Sweet dreams!
w6, sunday
... Hey, you. [soft, sweet. I missed you so much.]
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I missed you even more. ]
Here to take me away?
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Beau will get a text eventually. ]
Do I get a private concert at some point? I really like your enthusiasm!
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w7, monday morning
she makes a grouchy sound and kicks her phone off the bed before pulling otome closer with a sigh.]
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The beeping continues and she fumbles behind her to find her phone. ]
Yours is going off too...?
[ she sounds so groggy. ]
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Week 7, Friday
But finally, she sends Beau a text. ]
How are you feeling?
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Week 7, Saturday
... It looks like things will be vastly different tomorrow.
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Seems like it. [a bit of a head tilt.] ... Sorry I was a sad sack last night.
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