Week 33 - Sunday, just before lunch

[spindlenocker]

Where the fuck has she been? Spindle stalks down the hallway. And why the fuck didn't she come to me??

There's little hesitation in the way he strides his small frame down the girl's hall, stops, squares his shoulders, and then raps three times as hard as his small fist will allow on Elle's door.

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[piskie_elle]

Elle slowly opens the door. She isn't that shocked to find Spindle there. "Hi." She says quietly. "Do you want to come in?" She moves otu of the way to let him into the room.

[spindlenocker]

Spindle enters in three short steps and quickly spins on his heel to face Elle again. "Are you... I mean... Scheisse! Are you alright, Elle? Where the frell have you been>???"

It hard to tell if the Nocker is flustered out of concern or anger or both.

[piskie_elle]

Elle quietly answers him. "I was, around. I am fine, I suppose. It is just a bad time of year for me."

[spindlenocker]

"Elle..." He tries to say something else, but whatever it is doesn't seem to want to form itself into words. Finally, he gives up on it and tries something else. She didn't pressure you when you took off, asswipe. Give her space.

"Are you okay now? Is there... anything I can do?" Spindle spreads his hands in a gesture that's partly helplessness and partly an offer for a hug. A rather awkward hug, but an offer nonetheless.