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[not_riku_thx]

Shinji...

[His voice is a cold hiss, low, partially shivering from cold, partially shaking from barely controlled frustration. This is Prydain trying to hold it together, upon surveying the damage. And after several days, this is the final straw, he sounds of the verge of breaking.]

When this all clears up...hah- [There's a shuddering breath, a brief

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[not_riku_thx]

[Yep, chasing you halfway downstairs to the first landing at recently amputated toe hobble gait, to lean over the banister and keep you out of danger, Pence.]

AND STAY DOWN THERE WITH THE OTHERS!

[not_riku_thx]

[Nope, gonna stay curled up here on the 4th landing for a bit and mourn the attic.]

[baratiesbest]

...how are you holding up over there?

[not_riku_thx]

I've had better days.

[baratiesbest]

Tch... figured as much.

How bad is it?

[not_riku_thx]

Lets just say everyone on the floor below the attic should expect leaks.

...We're not starving yet, though.

[lovelyscientist]

Prydain...? Are you... What happened?

[The eight toes thing is throwing her mind for a bit of a loop.]

[not_riku_thx]

Snow got too heavy on the roof. We lost the attic.

[lovelyscientist]

What! This can't... Nobody was hurt, were they? You're alright?

[not_riku_thx]

No. We've all been on the main floor.

I'm keeping everyone from going up to have a staring fest.

[betrayedblade]

[Children will be children, Prydain. You get used to it.

He's standing up near the top by now like a stern gargoyle, but his back is to the lobby downstairs as his keen eyes survey the damage with a dark look.]

Mal fortuna.

[not_riku_thx]

[He gives the man as stern a look as he can, even as his confidence seems to falter into something childlike...more broken boyish, surveying the damage on his clubhouse.

He rubs at his arms and drops his stance into a soured slump, averting his eyes but mumbling all the shame.]

That goes for you too.

[betrayedblade]

[He hesitates with stern words on his lips but in the end logic wins over pride; it would look bad to undermine Prydain's leadership and strengthen it to have an adult follow it. He bows with a slight nod and takes a step back.

But not quite leaving yet.]

Material possessions can be fixed; buildings can be rebuilt. Lives cannot always. It was your leadership that kept them safe; it will be your leadership that helps them rebuild.

[not_riku_thx]

I can't snap my fingers and make it summer.

[He grumbles slightly, staring down at his bandaged feet, four-times-socked feet.]

[sing_nonomori]

[Yeah, guess who's coming up to check on the damage and you whether you like it or not.

She's gonna pet your hair too while you mope about Gohl and your toes too. >|]

Il hadre si, idil.

[not_riku_thx]

Don't stay up here. It's dangerous.

[He grumps, tugging her at least a floor landing down before sliding against the wall and curling on the floor with a sudden ragged cough, miserable and still so cold it ached.]

[sing_nonomori]

[She follows, but when Prydain seems too weak to continue, she kneels beside him, her hand resting on his upper arm.]

You are sick...

[She doesn't sound surprised either, only worried.]

You need rest.

[not_riku_thx]

Like everybody needs rest!

[He flusters, restless, burying his face in his knees.]

...I'm afraid more will go wrong, if I fall asleep.