[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

[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]

s-sob that's adorable

[implanta]

[She'll take her piece and eye it and... then there's a hand on her head. She doesn't understand this gesture, so she'll stare at him.]

/bows

[rashness]

...'M sorry you lost your friend, Cloche. [He hasn't lost many here. Most of what he's lost are people from home, and most of the people who have gone home are people he doesn't know that well, but seeing an upset girl in front of him- he messes up her hair a bit with the hand on her head]

[implanta]

[Oh... he really is sweet, isn't he? But hearing that, and being reminded of a close friend...

She'll just nod. Though she'll protest a little at her hair being messed up. She might be in her pajamas, but it doesn't mean she can't let her appearance be messed up!] H-hey!

[rashness]

What, that's just how we do! [But fine, fine, he'll retract his hand. He'll get himself some of his own pie eventually, but the important part was for her]

[implanta]

[...well, it did comfort her a little. Yes, that might be at least a small smile that's creeping up on her face.]

Thank you, Rin.

[And now, the taste test: verdict? IS AMAZING.]

Mm?! Iff-- [gulp.] It's delicious!

[rashness]

Well shucks! [Thanking! Praise! He looks oddly bashful and maybe a little silly as he tries to look cool. ...at the foot of her bed. Wow how did this happen he's still not sure]

[implanta]

[If she wasn't already sitting, she's going to sit herself next to him and take a few more bites.]

N-no, I mean it! [Om nom.] Ifsh rearree goof! [...that's not ladylike at all, is it? Oh well. Kyaaaah Rin so cool, kyaaaaaah!]

[rashness]

[...That's. Actually really cute. And he can't help but stare a bit wide eyed at this]

[implanta]

[If Touma taught her anything about cooking food (or baking, in this case), it was that it's always better if you put love into it. It might not quite be the case here, but Rin had made something specifically for her to cheer her up.

That was vastly different from the standard food made for her by Grand Bell workers. It was their job to make her food, as well as Alfman's.

But Rin had done this voluntarily. All because he cared. Touma was right. It tasted better when that sort of care went into the food being made. She might not be crying from deliciousness, but she's definitely happy. She'll finish up her piece with a smile.]

[rashness]

[As she's finishing up he... actually starts his own, but at a slower because he spends most of his time watching her to see if she's doing any better. It's a vain hope, of course, but... well he is well pleased to see the smiling at the end]

[implanta]

[Well, she's doing better-ish, at least. She'll eye the pie again though.

And try to sneak some of the whipped cream/chocolate drizzle onto her fingers to eat.

...maybe some of the fruit, too.]

[rashness]

Hey, don't just put-- [your fingers in it, oh well it's her pie after all]

[implanta]

[Do you see this, Rin? It's a pout. Cloche is going to pout over that.]

But that's always the best part of a pie. Why wouldn't I want to eat more of the best part?

[rashness]

Because it's- ..Well nevermind, I guess it's your pie.

[implanta]

[Battling a pout with a... kind of pout? Impressive. It'll get her to smile a little, and laugh some.]

Sorry. I couldn't resist. It tastes good.

[rashness]

Thanks... [...Now he feels bashful. Try not to focus on it. Sob]

[implanta]

I guess I'll just eat another piece, instead of picking at it. It'll be good either way.

[yep taking the knife and pie now. And taking a huge piece out of it whoops.]

[rashness]

Oh, sure, if you wanna. [...Should he go? He's not sure]

[implanta]

[She'll take a couple bites of the giant slice of awesome pie, before speaking up.]

Thank you. For coming over, I mean. I think I needed the company.

[rashness]

Ah... no problem, Cloche.

[Really, it wasn't - his pleasure to see her all lightly dressed and to help a friend out]

[implanta]

If I need anything else, is it all right if I ask you? [Well, at least if it's something Rin-specific that can be helped with.] I don't want to be a bother or anything.

[rashness]

Oi, it's not a bother for me to help out people, you name it, I got it!

[...After all she's a pretty girl with big boobs]

[implanta]

[A pretty girl with big boobs who is now hugging Rin. Yep.]

Thank you. So much.