[ 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. ]
[beau pushes herself up off the couch and wraps her arms around otome - snugly, but not rough, cautious of her injuries. that's her answer - of course it isn't any trouble.]
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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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[ So. About what she would have expected. ]
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[... she offers the flask?]
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[ she takes the flask and tips it back. Don't tell the kids. ]
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Same, girl. [it's absolutely like just straight whiskey, have fun]
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It burns.
And Otome kind of coughs a little, but manages and hands the flask back. ]
Thank you. I think I needed that before I go check on the kids.
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No rest for the doctors, huh. [...] You need any help? I already talked Ichiro and Yamato off the edge tonight, I'm in rare fucking form.
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[ With a very small grimace. ]
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I think - at a certain point, you can't stop them. You just gotta be there for them, instead.
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[ Wearily. ]
Let's do our best to support them.
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Yeah.
... Do you want a hug? [she maybe looks like she could use one]
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Yes, please. If it isn't too much trouble?
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And Otome kind of sags into it immediately, hugging back just as carefully.
Yeah, she really did need this. ]
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it's like, an automatic move - she reaches and tucks otome's hair behind her ear. and then a bright red flush settles over her nose.]
... I'll be there, tomorrow.