[ The Physics class has a lot of homework-- as a doctor, Otome is accustomed to a workload that's bordering on Sadistic, so she isn't too terribly bothered by it. But it also means cramming in studying while she can, and she already has the book open as she walks, so.
... Of course it means she's going to bump into someone, drop the book, and stagger backwards, though she's automatically going-- ]
[Well, he does immediately oof when he's bumped into, doubling over just a little. But he's also carrying the hefty physics book with him, so he understands.]
[ Here's Otome, sitting quietly in the cafeteria, poking and prodding at her food and not actually eating it. But she does look up upon catching a bit of motion, blinking before offering a nod. ]
[Sometime on Thursday, Caleb is walking across campus on his way to class, bundled up against the cold. At this point, he'll be trying to avoid people, but he turns around a corner and oops, there is Otome.
[ There is Otome indeed. An Otome who staggers a little once the memory fades, suddenly pale from the onslaught of information and emotions that just abruptly slammed into her.
That's... a lot to process. Almost too much to process in the few seconds that she tries to-- being in a fog of confusion, realizing the truth and the shock and betrayal and fury and grief that comes with it, the grim determination that follows...
[He’s swallowing hard, tense, shaking off all of the nastiness of those feelings, but this is his life and he lives with pieces of these feelings and memories every single day. He looks at her instead, worried - and finds himself surprised to be more worried for her than for the consequences of others knowing some of his story.]
Otome looks a lot less Dying than yesterday, though still very tired and now? Very, very bleak as she kind of just wearily chills in front of the summer dorm.
She lifts her eyes when he approaches; they're a little red and glassy. ]
[Well. He will go find her after trial, wherever she might be. There's more to try to talk about. Whenever he does find her, she'll find he's calmed down - layered some tense calmness over whatever he was feeling earlier, so he's less angry.]
[ She's just been crying somewhere, it's fine. By now, she's just emotionally... broken, it will feel like. Like she's numb, but with grief and guilt still nibbling at the edges.
[Sometimes you're just broken. He understands, a little bit. So he feels sympathy towards her, but it's a little remote. He doesn't want to force her to endure his own feelings about the situation.]
Week 0, Tuesday
... Of course it means she's going to bump into someone, drop the book, and stagger backwards, though she's automatically going-- ]
I'm sorry, are you all right??
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Ja, perfectly fine. It's engrossing reading.
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[ So she'll look him over carefully, just to make sure she didn't like. Bruise him or anything. ]
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Ah, don't worry, it's all okay.
. . . Are you the woman who helped my friend? The purple fellow who was injured?
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Week 1, Friday (post-investigaton)
... Good morning, Caleb.
[ IS IT ]
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Morgen. A very strange day.
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[ Yikes. ]
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week 3; thursday
They make eye contact and a memory plays.
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That's... a lot to process. Almost too much to process in the few seconds that she tries to-- being in a fog of confusion, realizing the truth and the shock and betrayal and fury and grief that comes with it, the grim determination that follows...
Give her a second. ]
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[He’s swallowing hard, tense, shaking off all of the nastiness of those feelings, but this is his life and he lives with pieces of these feelings and memories every single day. He looks at her instead, worried - and finds himself surprised to be more worried for her than for the consequences of others knowing some of his story.]
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Week 3, Sunday
Now where he be. ]
week 4; friday
Anyway, he will come to find her on Friday; he wanted to give her space yesterday, but now this is quite sad.]
it's okay!!
Otome looks a lot less Dying than yesterday, though still very tired and now? Very, very bleak as she kind of just wearily chills in front of the summer dorm.
She lifts her eyes when he approaches; they're a little red and glassy. ]
... Ah. Hello, Caleb.
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[Is tone is soft and there's sympathy and understanding there.]
I'm sorry.
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week 4; saturday
Otome. . . ?
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She just looks at him, silently. ]
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. . . It wasn't wrong, to test the limits of it.
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Week 5, Thursday
[ She's just going to check on him while she still can. Hi. ]
week 6; sunday
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[ She's tired, but. Making the rounds! ]
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[Giving her a small smile. He has Frumpkin on his lap, too.]
How are you? Good to be back?
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week 7; friday
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How are you feeling...?
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[He’s still kind of nasty and bloody, but not bleeding anymore.]
Thank you for that. What a mess Beauregard and I were.
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