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[fallforthesky]

[Scuffling. It's not a new sound this week. This time, however, the sound comes from the network as Lenalee distractedly fumbles to start a feed. Audio, because there isn't anything actually tangible to direct the feed at, and, well. She's currently crouched atop the windowsill of an unoccupied room on the seventh floor, like someone taking refuge

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[promisedlotus]

[... No sleep he's used to by now, but still.]

... You should try finding someone to stay with until this is over, Lena.

[fallforthesky]

How much longer d-do we have to wait? [It feels like a lifetime of being stalked by invisible, giant, aggressive rats.] I haven't even been staying in my o-own room; this this morning, I heard s-something scratching on the inside the door. I-- I don't want to open it.

[Can you blame her?]

[promisedlotus]

So don't, and find someone who's willing to room with you until this is over.

[fallforthesky]

Oh, I hadn't thought of that.

[promisedlotus]

Actions still speak louder.

[fallforthesky]

And rashness louder still. [Yes, she's still mad at him.] I think I'll wait things out on my own.

[Because, y'know. The rest of the OT4 is rather splintered at the moment-- and Allen is next door to Rhode, so that rules that out.]

[promisedlotus]

Fine.

[Then he's got nothing else to say, and cutting the feed.]

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[fallforthesky]

[She hates it here.]