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Another one gone. It hadn't been that long since the neighbour of the person she went to see went away too, about four months time, really.

The scene was the same: no one living in the room anymore, no clothes strewn around, no messy bed... no Roy. Cloche had gone over with some (kind of terrible-looking) food she had made in a basket, maybe thinking to sit outside for a little while with him.

But when she got there and the door was open already...

The basket dropped to the floor, and Cloche would again sit in the room formerly occupied by someone dear to her and cry.

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[After gathering up the food that had spilled in front of Roy's old room in CH4, Cloche might be seen zombie-walking back to her room in CH5, loosely holding a basket full of food. It definitely doesn't look all that great now. To anyone who looks closely, Cloche's eyes are red and puffy, and she's prone to bursts of tears.]

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[After some time in her room, she'll finally muster up the ability to write something. Speaking about it is too hard right now.]

Roy has gone home to Falena.

[And after a pause in writing:]
If you were in his drama group, and would still like to be, please let me know. I'll try to keep it up as long as I can.

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[~~It could be a Thriller walk, but that would need some happiness to do~~ It takes her a moment to register that someone said her name, in her zoned out state. She'll stop and glance up to him.]

Adell.

[It's not said with any sort of haughtiness like she's good at, more like... she's registered who he is. His name. Nothing more than that.]

[And that lack of haughtiness immediately catches him. That tone, that demeanor, it's... wrong. All wrong. It's how he got when...]

...Something happened, didn't it?

[Blunt, a bit, but he can't, and refuses to, hide the concern for her in his voice.]

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[She might not respond. In fact, she doesn't.

However, her grip tightening on the basket handle and her eyes tearing up might answer his question.

After a few minutes, she'll merely nod.]

[By the time she finally nods, he doesn't need it. The tears forming in her eyes really say it all. Someone was gone, a good friend, a loved one, something. His own face falls a bit, feeling for her immediately. He won't force her to speak, won't ask the obvious now.

Instead, all he does is open his arms a bit to offer her a comforting hug if she needs it. Because it really looks like she does.]

[She will gladly take that offer, the basket of food taking yet another tumble to the ground. Cloche will just start crying again now.]

[Adell continues to stay quiet for now, opting simply to hug her gently. A careful, consoling stroke of the back of her head is all else he does, other than just be a rock that she needs right now.

He won't say it'll be all right. It isn't. It might be later, with healing, but it isn't now and it won't be for a good long while.

He'll hold her as long as it takes her to let it out, even though it does rend his heart to see a friend like this.]

[It might take her a few minutes to really stop crying. But the consoling is helping, and Adell just... being there helps too.

After the crying slows down, she'll move away a little.] I-It was... it was Roy. He... he was... he was r-really special to me.

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