[voice]

[implanta]

[Well this week had sucked, hadn't it? First Roy didn't remember anything, and now when she definitely needed someone she held close to hear her out after trying to shoot Replekia at the barrier...

Touma was gone.

She hadn't ever been in his room, but when it was devoid of things that would have made it his, with a goodbye/apology from him...?

So she sat on what was his bed and cried. A lot. The Malnosso were taking a toll on her pretty nicely this week, weren't they? If anything else were to happen...


After a little bit of time, and when she had slowed down the crying and gone back to her own room, she cracks open her journal and makes a quick message as best she can:]

Touma Kamijou has... he's left.

[Her voice was starting to crack again, it was best to end that message there.]

Comments

[written]

[implanta]

Ice cream...? Why would you ask that?

[voice]

[rashness]

Or cake? 'Cus I can make something - or you can come to Seventh Heaven or something.

[written]

[implanta]

[...Cloche is. Mildly confused by this. But then it dawns on her--]

Oh. I don't... really want to go out anywhere.

[Mainly because she knows she probably looks terrible and doesn't want to risk an outburst in public.]

[voice]

[rashness]

Yeah, why not? ...Well, actually, nevermind. Well then, I could bring you a cake.

[written]

[implanta]

Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother.

[voice]

[rashness]

I said I would, so I would! Look, where to and do you want to have pie or cake?

[written]

[implanta]

[Rin's being... really nice, isn't he? It might take her a few minutes to reply, but she will.]

Pie. Something small though. I'll share it with you, if you'd like.

[voice]

[rashness]

Jeez you're slow... chocolate, some fruit thing? [He'd make enough to share either way, really, but wouldn't be expecting it]

[written]

[implanta]

[Ok now he's being kind of mean :( That's not cool, dude.]

...

Chocolate. And cherries.

[voice]

[rashness]

Got it! ...So where was I delivering this again?

[written]

[implanta]

I'm in Community House 5, room 2. It's on the first floor.

[rashness]

[He says something else on the other end to imply his conformation And... well he sets to work making this. It doesn't take him super super long, but he'll be there in maybe a an hour or a little more and knocking on her door with it in a box under his arm]

[implanta]

[Hope you don't mind girls in pajamas, since that's what Cloche has been in since she got back from Touma's old room. She'll smile half-heartedly at him though, and move away from the door to let him in.]

[rashness]

[There's a bit of a flush too. But he comes on in, the boss hanging at his side as he makes his way inside Cloche's apartment with a smile too. Hey so. where does he set this?]

[implanta]

Oh, um...

[Let her run out and grab some stuff to eat the pie with.]

Here, we can just sit on my bed. I can clean it off later if I need to.

1/2

[rashness]

[THE BED............]

[rashness]

[.....No, focus!] S-sure. Yeah, I mean, I got no problem with that if you don't.

[implanta]

Why would I? It's fine. Like I said, I'll just clean it off later.

[No, she has no idea why you're being so weird, Rin.]

[rashness]

Right, right.

[Be cool, Okumua. Well, he'll ... wait he didn't bring a knife. Well, either way, he'll get to work undoing the box (see how pretty it is, Cloche, it is pretty) to get them all set up for pie]

[implanta]

[Oh. A knife might be good. Let her grab one of those too, while getting a quick glance at the pie--] We're going to eat that? It's so pretty though!

[rashness]

Well it's your call, Cloche. I made it for you.

[With... sincerity.]

[implanta]

...

I'll remember what it looked like. Thank you, Rin.

[She'll give a half-smile before running and grabbing a knife for him, returning to hand it over.]

[rashness]

[And with it over, cut, cut two pieces - a bigger one for her, actually]

Hey, it's fine. You sounded like you needed it.


[Or well, read like]

[implanta]

[She'll start to tear up again, nodding. She needed some company too, it seems.]

[rashness]

[...Hah. He takes her piece, puts it onto a plat, and hands it over to her. He doesn't take his though, he just puts a hand on top of her head]