Seven; [Voice]

[targetprime]

[And here is a very tired-sounding voice echoing across the journal and into your household. Ramirez doesn't particularly enjoy using the things for initiating conversation, but considering Fina's state at the moment, he figured he should at least alert any of her companions for her. Especially after that worrisome video feed that was shown not

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[silviteadvocate]

[ If Ramirez was looking for any degree of respite after that announcement and moving his belongings to the house, he was not going to find it at the moment. Apparently the creature from the silver civilization was simply delighted with his reappearance and emerged from his disguise of a similar looking silver device Ramirez had unpacked on the desk and warbled at Ramirez cheerfully. Clearly he was comfortable enough with the silver-haired man being here by now; or the girl sleeping upstairs was and didn't find it necessary to keep him constantly by her side. ]

[targetprime]

[Oh goddamn you, Cupil. Ramirez was currently just sitting at the desk and sweeping his pen across the journal paper in a bored motion, apparently going back to his usual habit of absently sketching whatever seemed to catch his fancy at the moment. Which, of course, happened to be the small device Cupil was currently imitating. As he morphs back into his usual form and shrilled at him, Ramirez cannot suppress a jump and a wince at the unexpected appearance of Fina's pet. As his pen was still connected to the paper's surface, his jerky movements effectively ruin any attempt at art he may have been making. He looks back at his work with a thin line of disappointment on his face before turning back to stare at Cupil in exasperation.]

...Cupil.

[How the hell did you get in here without him noticing? :|]

[silviteadvocate]

[ Cupil managed to float into the room without being detected because he has lived in this house with Fina a lot longer than Ramirez and assumed the shape of the item that had held his attention, mostly out of boredom while Fina was resting, or a vague amount of suspicion for the silver-haired man that really didn't register with the barely personified little blob.

Nonetheless, he ignores that exasperated tone and pointed look directed at him while he suspects the paper that was ruined by his overtop reaction to noticing his presence in the room and chirping nonsensical gibberish. ]

[targetprime]

[He'll just...scratch out the rest of the drawing then. But because his senses since his capture have not been regulated back down to their normal sensitivity, Cupil's cheerful warbling only serves make his head throb insistently. He sets the pen down in order to press a finger against his lips.]

Shhhh.

[Voice] 1/2

[foodovermystery]

[Enjoy awkward noises as she tries to figure out what to say.]

[Voice] 2/2

[foodovermystery]

I... I'm really sorry.

[Voice]

[targetprime]

[...Oh Yako, don't make that face.]

...For what?

[Voice]

[foodovermystery]

[Oops too late.]

Well, this was your apartment, and you didn't have to take me in in the first place, and.... [She sighs.] Thank you. I hope I can make it up to you someday.

[Voice]

[lunarwit]

Oh? Are you moving? Where are you moving to? Is your friend all right?

[You should have expected this one, Ramirez.]

[Voice]

[targetprime]

[He is always glad to hear from you, my dear. ♥ Especially since he can't remember seeing you at all since his return.

If Luna was anyone else, he would have suspiciously requested the reason as to why they so wanted to know his new location. But since it is her making the inquiry, the answer is immediate:]

House #21.

She will be fine, but I need to make sure she doesn't become worse before she begins to heal.

[Voice]

[lunarwit]

[It's entirely because she's a curious little butterfly, and she has reason to be curious about where he's going! Which he knows.]

Oh, that's very good. Do you need any help moving? I could use some levitation spells on your things. [Or an Accio, but that'd probably result in several people freaking out by random items flying through the village.]

[Voice]

[targetprime]

A kind offer, but I believe I can manage. There wasn't much to take.

How are you, Luna? I don't believe I've seen you since my...return.

/only tagging now after graduation weekend, sorry!

[awaitingalbion]

I am. [He pauses.] One of Fina's friends, I mean.

In what way is she ill? [His voice is strained. Very strained. Clearly he wants to ask more.]

No problem! I understand.

[targetprime]

I am pleased to meet you then.

[Unfortunately, Ramirez is very secretive about the entire thing so Merlin gets a carefully vague response:]

Something in her was making her very sick. I managed to remove it, but she is still suffering from the aftereffects.

[awaitingalbion]

She will recover, yes?

[He sounds to be on the edge of a concerned breakdown. But Merlin takes a deep breath and regains control.]

Merlin. I'm Merlin.

[targetprime]

[You and him both, Merlin.]

Of course she will. I will not allow her to become worse.

Mister Merlin, then? Please call me Ramirez. It is a shame we could not speak under happier circumstances.

[targetprime]

[Watch all you want; while he is not being overtly hostile, Ramirez is making no move to acknowledge you at the moment. Guess who's still sore about that incident in the living room.]