event post // And in the corner chair, soft and soap-scented~

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*Mitsuki? During the time you've taken to rest, Sora has left the room and come back holding a tray with a plate of food from the Osiris red kitchen: a bowl of rice, some fish, some soup and a cup of tea. Meager, but it's better than nothing. She sets down the tray on the table; the metal eating utensils rattle on impact.*

Fum - Mitsuki?

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*Mitsuki's sleeping. He doesn't hear Sora come in, or put the tray down.*

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*Although it's obvious Mitsuki needs at least another two days of sleep to make up for the lack of sleep he had during his four-day meditation marathon, Sora also wants to make sure he doesn't die of hunger. She thinks three hours is good enough for now. She goes over to him and shakes him a bit.*

Hey, you. Wake up.

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*When dreaming, he sees blood and gore, and it lines the academia halls and covers the island. But when he's woken up he doesn't remember a thing. It was terryfying to see, but it felt like he'd been there a long time, and seeing Sora there made him comfortable. And now he sees her in reality and he's comfortable.*

What time is it?

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Four in the morning.

*Sora takes one of the bowls and plops onto the bed. She extends at him a spoon filled with rice.*

Eat.