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[faultlesscon]

I'll get to the point.

Has anyone seen Klarion? [The hallway's a familiar sight as are the stairs from the second floor. Alex has the 'berry on hand but he's pointing it away from himself, rather than having it in his pocket. Scouting the halls, he takes a breath in.] I haven't seen him since that week with punching anyone on good terms with you

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[bridalgownwings]

[He's only browsing the channels at this point before he comes across the others feed. With a pause, he watches it curiously as of course Klarion's lack of existence for the last few weeks had been troubling him as well. The last he had heard of him was two weeks ago and since that was a personal hell for everyone, he figured the other might need recovery time. Yet, noting the spotless room and the neatly folded sheets--Timothy realizes that time alone might imply something more intense, something that is more permanent than just a break or the coma that some slip into here. A breath and he does not even reply to the video, simply stands up, pockets the device and hurries out of his room and into the halls, his breath catching up as his feet hurry to where he knows Klarion lived--

Without a knock, he opens the door into the common room and looks around, seeing the open door and follows the path to the doorway, seeing Alex within. After catching a breath he speaks.]

Alex.

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[faultlesscon]

[There's a part of him that doesn't want to look through the room because he knows he won't find anything, but a smaller part of him wants to assume this is a joke. So he just sits against the wall, draws his knees up and takes in a breath, counts to ten. He jerks at the voice, looks up. Swallows the lump in his throat.]

Mm?

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[bridalgownwings]

[He pauses and swallows a breath, the rise and fall of his chest calming, eyes glancing around the area because well--there was a general like of Klarion, he was more than just an acquaintance and likely the first to leave that was someone of worth to Timothy. Still--Alex, he looked to him and paused, walking over quietly and looking down. The tone that follows is hesitant to state the obvious but he is not sure he has anything else to say.]

He's gone.

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[faultlesscon]

[A nod, he looks over and exhales. This is something to expect, isn't it? Damn his lack of attentiveness, that lack of caring to look at that stupid list and assume that everyone he found himself leaning towards would be here with him until he had to go home, if he could. A hand to the back of his head and Alex straightened up.]

I figured. He left you something.

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[bridalgownwings]

[He could feel the same--but Timothy is not one to look at the feed that speaks of those terminated and asides, he is not so inclined to remember room numbers instead of names so the whole thing confusing. It's nothing now though--his mistake has been had and now the number looks more familiar and he knows it was Klarion. A breath and he shakes his head, leaning back against the door-frame even when the other speaks once more, eyes down-cast.] Are you alright?

[He asks, brushing aside the comment at first--eyes meeting the others face the best he could. It was not that he was not interested, but he knew Alex knew the other well, Klarion and Teekl.]

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[faultlesscon]

[He's not sure what to remember a person by, their room number or their name at this rate. His faith in people in general is dropping with this but he shouldn't mope around, nor act as if this is the worst thing to happen to him. There's just a pain there that cannot be named, nor acknowledged because Alex doesn't recognize it, not so much. Watching the other, there's another bob of the head.]

Can't afford not to be. It's fine.

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[bridalgownwings]

[Looking back to Alex, he lets out a breath and then murmurs his reply, looking hesitant to believe the other but still--there is nothing that can be done in the least to halt it and perhaps the other has returned home, where he belongs.] Right.

Just--wanted to make sure.

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[faultlesscon]

It's appreciated, honest. [Moving up, Alex makes a motion for Timothy to come in - he'd rather not focus on the idea of him being gone so he walks over to the bed. Lifting the pillow up, he uncovers a few bundles of sticks. Picking two up, he offers one to Timothy.]

This one has your name on it.

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[bridalgownwings]

[Walking into the room he approaches the other, leaving the concern for him at the door--not wanting to make the situation any worse than it likely already was. With a pause he bowed his head and murmured a reply, looking down to the bundle of sticks before reaching out and taking it up. A pause and a furrowed brow.] What is it?

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[faultlesscon]

[Looking to his own, he examines it, turns it in his hand. Eyes back up to Timothy, there's a shake of the head, a roll of the shoulders because he honestly has no idea.] Wish I knew. He left it here though, so it might be for sentiments, might be for something else.

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[bridalgownwings]

[A pause and he looks over at the other, rolling the item within his grasp and then with a deep inhale, he quietly releases the breath, an unsure look upon his face.] Yeah--could be something, could just be what it is.

Still, guess it's nice to have something to remember him by.

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[faultlesscon]

Think he meant to give these to us, considering there's no note, or anything of the sort. [He nods in agreement, takes another glance around the room then settles his gaze on the other.] . . . Care for a walk?

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[bridalgownwings]

[He nods only to the first comment, dropping his hands down to his side and bringing his gaze up to meet the other quietly, watching his face and then offering a small smile.] Yeah.

That might help.