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[offallingsnow]

[It's quick when it happens.

After a long and tiring week Nephry is enjoying a moment to herself, heating up water in the kitchen for tea.

There is a slam, a crash, half a cry, and then nothing.

House one residents will find the kettle all over the floor, along with its almost-steaming contents.]

Comments

[soreplaceable]

[She's already gone by the time Ion makes it to the kitchen. But he knew there was nothing he could do... there never is, after all. And only a few days after Tear...]

[Not even two weeks after sending everyone against their will to fight in a war they still know so little about...]

[It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair...!]

[He stands there for a moment before walking over and picking up the kettle, miscalculating just how hot it might have been, and quickly dropping it again.]

[its_rose_damnit]

[The moment Dist heard Nephry yell, as subdued as it was, he jerked up from his chair, knocking it over in the process and scrambling toward the kitchen. No, no, no, no, no! Why did they have to take Nephry?! And so soon after that idiotic war...which they lost--damn it! If this was because they lost, Dist would show those imbeciles no mercy once her found them.

Of course, that won't be happening any time soon and he knows it. His pace slows to a halt as he approaches and stands beside Ion, expression grim.]

...Leave it, Fon Master. I'll tidy up the mess myself.

[soreplaceable]

[Ion doesn't say anything. Instead, he kneels back down and picks up the kettle (by the handle, this time) and walks it over to the sink. He keeps his back turned to Dist.]

...it's not fair.

[its_rose_damnit]

[Dist sighs, heavily, and moves over the mess on the floor to get a washcloth to wipe whatever was in the kettle before it spilled. He makes a noncommittal sound then brushes his hair back. Rrgh...how does he even deal with this? Especially after the draft. Damn those stupid idiots.]

...They'll return, Fon Master, don't worry. [Said for his own benefit as much as Ion's.]