[ This place has a way of ripping your secrets right out of you. No matter what they are or why you might be keeping them, they have a habit of spilling out anyway, whether you like it or not. Some of them land better than others do. Ai's lucky in that hers has made her seem more sympathetic – she'd expected derision, rejection and disgust and received none of it. The others had begun treating her differently, sure, but... they'd been kind.
Have they been kind to Brook? She doesn't really know. But what she does know is that when someone stops showing up – especially on Sundays – it's usually not a good sign.
She checks all the usual places she can think of but she doesn't see him. She thinks maybe they're just missing each other so she checks twice more to be sure. It's only when she's certain that Brook isn't anywhere else that she heads over to his room.
She hovers outside for a moment. If something bad has happened, Ai is probably the worst person to try and help. But her stomach squirms at the prospect of just leaving him to stew.
She knocks sharply. ]
... It's just me. You don't have to come out and say hi but... just let me know you're alive in there?
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Have they been kind to Brook? She doesn't really know. But what she does know is that when someone stops showing up – especially on Sundays – it's usually not a good sign.
She checks all the usual places she can think of but she doesn't see him. She thinks maybe they're just missing each other so she checks twice more to be sure. It's only when she's certain that Brook isn't anywhere else that she heads over to his room.
She hovers outside for a moment. If something bad has happened, Ai is probably the worst person to try and help. But her stomach squirms at the prospect of just leaving him to stew.
She knocks sharply. ]
... It's just me. You don't have to come out and say hi but... just let me know you're alive in there?