yves

[rippled]

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week 3, thursday

[rippled]

[ almost marked this as monday

WHERE IS HE.... saber is looking... hospital? somewhere not hospital? ]

[noirges]

[ escape... from the hospital... but at least his face has clear gauze on it so that it's clear he's been patched up

even if everything else is under his clothes ]

[rippled]

[ saber cannot criticize this so they won't. alas. ]

Who looked you over?

[noirges]

Maomao.... maybe Anders?

[ he was unconscious it could've been anyone

but at least he's aware of who people are right now

keeps walking out of the hospital now ]

[rippled]

[ help.

saber will follow after him. ]

Mm. Going anywhere in particular?

[noirges]

[ he's walking to the hot spring. he brings his hands up to his mouth to try to breathe some warm air into them but... no dice. one of his hands is bandaged, and his other sleeve slips to reveal bandages at the rest ]

... it's so cold.

[ it's not ]

[rippled]

[ ...

hm. ]

... it is not cold at all, Yves.

[noirges]

[ . . . ]

I'm cold. I think it's... because I'm a ghost.

[rippled]

[ they are going to assume that he doesn't mean in the being dead in heaven sense. ]

And why do you say that?

[noirges]

[ looks down at his hands ]

I already died seven years ago. Even if I can touch people... it's so cold.

[rippled]

Oh.

How did you die...?

[noirges]

[ looks thoughtful ]

... was it... Scien?

[rippled]

[ hmmm. ]

Is Scien someone you know from home?

[noirges]

[ nods ]

Yes? [ a beat ] Which home?

[rippled]

[ ... ]

Well, you can tell me...?

[noirges]

[ . . . tilts head again??/ ]

B... Both?

[rippled]

[ oh this man's head is so confused. ]

It may be better if I ask you about this another time.