come out of hiding, i'm right here beside you

[barehands]

[A while after the execution has ended, everyone will find a simple note slipped under their door.]

If you don't want to be alone after everything that's happening, some of us will be in the dining room. Even if you decide not to come, please remember that you aren't alone here.

[The note isn't signed, but the handwriting is feminine and neat.

For anyone who decides to come, there's a good array of food laid out on the table. There are some small and simple cakes, cookies, and pastries, a healthy amount of okonomiyaki, okayu, and other Japanese dishes (with a focus on rice and eggs), along with curry. In addition, there are pancakes, and a large pot of soup. It looks like a few people collaborated to make enough food for everyone here.

Just like the meal they shared together earlier in the week, the candles from the storage room lend a more peaceful light than the fluorescent lights above.]

Comments

[halleberry]

Fifteen minutes. Whole lemon, cup of water, squeeze the juices out and let them soak. Putting your hair in a bun keeps your hair out of the path of the smoke, for future reference.

[ Don't mind if she crawls underneath, then. ]

[nachetanya]

[ Look, Nachetanya has a lot of fucking hair, particularly when you undo that braided-ish ponytail thing.

... but noted.

she'll be crawling under too. ]

I'll do that. Thank you, Tsubasa.

[halleberry]

[ How does she even braid all that with one hand, goodness-- ]

I'll get the light...

[nachetanya]

[ . . . Tbh she's probably simplified it a bit by now. But hey, she's still getting used to the one arm life.

Maybe she should lop some off. ]

Mmm.

[ In that case. Let's sleep. ]