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vipassiMukuro had been napping, curled up in the carpenter's bedroom; not very deeply, thanks to the night outside - things didn't often come into rooms unbidden, but without someone else to stand watch he wasn't going to relax completely.
And then there was the tug of a certain line that had been quiet with the distance of the house.
Whatever had been going on when he'd left, this wasn't Namimori; this wasn't safe, and particularly at night, there wasn't much room to play with things -
Although something did seem different; not as weak on the other end. Another case of time being off? Off in favor, was his first impression - the other end of the line was much stronger, more stable, a spot of warmth off by the door. He tried to send a thread across - a message, if she'd let it through.
Be careful, my dear Chrome - We're far from home, and there are monsters in the hallways; they won't see you if you hide yourself.
The last time he'd seen her had been after she'd left to try to learn to support herself, something where he'd supported her attempt to strengthen herself as much as it was a worrying thing to have her away and not in contact; it looked like she'd achieved that, but was she ready to come back yet?
Are you willing to meet me?
And then there was the tug of a certain line that had been quiet with the distance of the house.
Whatever had been going on when he'd left, this wasn't Namimori; this wasn't safe, and particularly at night, there wasn't much room to play with things -
Although something did seem different; not as weak on the other end. Another case of time being off? Off in favor, was his first impression - the other end of the line was much stronger, more stable, a spot of warmth off by the door. He tried to send a thread across - a message, if she'd let it through.
Be careful, my dear Chrome - We're far from home, and there are monsters in the hallways; they won't see you if you hide yourself.
The last time he'd seen her had been after she'd left to try to learn to support herself, something where he'd supported her attempt to strengthen herself as much as it was a worrying thing to have her away and not in contact; it looked like she'd achieved that, but was she ready to come back yet?
Are you willing to meet me?
