[ Maybe he should, honestly. For better or worse he's self-aware enough that left to his devices, he'll really just stay here, with no roommate to get him to go out. He remembers ages ago when the Virches asked him if he was ready to go take a shower. That was their first experience of getting locked up, their first death in the middle of the night. No, his thoughts are straying -- he hasn't really actually gotten a proper clean in since he came back from the CYOA, and with the amount of blood on him at this point, it'd be smart. ]
Can you get me a towel from the showers, actually?
[ He's at least forced himself to be sitting upright, at least. And pull a different sweater over his head, one that isn't a few days old and covered in blood. He never even changed his bandages since trial. Great. It's presentable enough to be something to at least open the door with, because just opening it to him in bloodied clothes (Uruha and Siffrin's blood --) seems like a terrible idea.
And so he does. He just looks so tired. He may have been out for twelve hours post-trial but he doesn't really look rested, you know? ]
[ His hand rises in an almost instinctive motion, a familiar one -- a soft pat of her hair. But he sees the bandages there, the red smeared over them, and he rather quickly decides against it, just taking the towel from her instead. ]
...Did anyone mention just how they're returning tomorrow?
[ Well. It's actually more for his sake than hers. He's not in danger of being a walking mine, ticking and looking for any excuse to explode anymore, but he's still truly at an all-time mental low. ]
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[ Or, well, it's the best she has to offer, anyway. Whether it's actually okay or not, Koharu couldn't say. ]
Do you need anything?
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I'm okay. Don't worry yourself.
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[ But that won't stop her from worrying. ]
If you do, you can text me. My room's right here.
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[ Maybe he should, honestly. For better or worse he's self-aware enough that left to his devices, he'll really just stay here, with no roommate to get him to go out. He remembers ages ago when the Virches asked him if he was ready to go take a shower. That was their first experience of getting locked up, their first death in the middle of the night. No, his thoughts are straying -- he hasn't really actually gotten a proper clean in since he came back from the CYOA, and with the amount of blood on him at this point, it'd be smart. ]
Can you get me a towel from the showers, actually?
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[ She didn't expect him to take her up on that offer, actually, so it comes with a hint of surprise. ]
Give me a minute!
[ Off she goes... But the showers aren't far, so it only takes a couple of minutes before she's back to knocking on the door again. ]
Marcoh? I'm back.
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And so he does. He just looks so tired. He may have been out for twelve hours post-trial but he doesn't really look rested, you know? ]
Thanks.
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She won't point out the sheer exhaustion in his features nor how disheveled he looks, so Koharu simply lifts the towel to him. ]
Of course. It's never a problem to help you out.
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...Did anyone mention just how they're returning tomorrow?
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Oh... Come to think of it, I'm not sure. I think there was something about a "bridge"? But... I haven't asked, to be honest.
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Yes. I'd like to see them again as soon as I can.
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[ Well. It's actually more for his sake than hers. He's not in danger of being a walking mine, ticking and looking for any excuse to explode anymore, but he's still truly at an all-time mental low. ]
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I would love to.
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[ That's really it then. He just drops his gaze. ]
I'm going to go take a shower.
[ So she's free to go back to her own things. ]
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[ Koharu steps back, closer to the door to her own room. ]
... You should eat something too when you're done.
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[ Maybe. Probably. ]
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Good. I'll see you later.