[He laughs! It's that quick barking kind of laugh that comes when she manages to surprise him. It doesn't happen often, and it makes a slight smile touch at the edges of her mouth that's almost covetous. Well, it took her a while to realize it, but apparently she wanted to keep him.
Still, this is a serious matter, so Celeste tucks that thought away for now. Their apartment is actually... way more normal than Atem and Ryou's. The strangest 'thing' would be the kotatsu Souda engineered in the middle of the living room, complete with a mahjong board neatly put away. There are lots of board games, card games, and books. But it's a very average apartment.
Celeste sets the kettle on the stove and starts digging for their most caffinated tea. They really should pick up coffee, if Five drinks it.
She remembered Bethan, and that little girl, Gosalyn. Bethan because she'd lived on the eighth floor once, and her similarities to Mukuro always made Celeste alert around her. Gosalyn for the opposite reason: she was one of the children in Ryslig, which meant Celeste had that uncrushable instinct to keep an eye on her.
When he mentions collapsing under the weight of his grief, Celeste's hands finally pause over where she'd been preparing mugs and sugar.]
Oh, Five.
[She almost never calls him that. She's trying to address the more serious part of him, that part that she can almost see standing over his shoulder, lashing his own back.
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Date: 2022-01-06 08:59 pm (UTC)Still, this is a serious matter, so Celeste tucks that thought away for now. Their apartment is actually... way more normal than Atem and Ryou's. The strangest 'thing' would be the kotatsu Souda engineered in the middle of the living room, complete with a mahjong board neatly put away. There are lots of board games, card games, and books. But it's a very average apartment.
Celeste sets the kettle on the stove and starts digging for their most caffinated tea.
They really should pick up coffee, if Five drinks it.She remembered Bethan, and that little girl, Gosalyn. Bethan because she'd lived on the eighth floor once, and her similarities to Mukuro always made Celeste alert around her. Gosalyn for the opposite reason: she was one of the children in Ryslig, which meant Celeste had that uncrushable instinct to keep an eye on her.
When he mentions collapsing under the weight of his grief, Celeste's hands finally pause over where she'd been preparing mugs and sugar.]
Oh, Five.
[She almost never calls him that. She's trying to address the more serious part of him, that part that she can almost see standing over his shoulder, lashing his own back.
She puts her hand there instead.]
Come sit down.