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[ In a relatively silent hall of the dressing room, the sudden sound of a wall splitting seems to come from nowhere. Cracks weave across the surface like a spider's web, making the wall tremble and shake. Dark sand leaks from the narrow openings, a small precursor for what comes next -- part of the wall crumbles away and a small mountain of sand spills from it, carrying in a young woman with silver hair.

She's barefoot, dressed in plain black robes, and appears to be unconscious as she comes to a stop splayed across the floor. Half-buried in sand though she still is, it's a familiar face she brings back. ]

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[...well, at least he has a hobby. Don't mind the curious look she just gave him. She's just... The average spider lays how many eggs?]

Exactly how many of these things are running around?

Not as many as you'd think. Most of them migrate to the outdoor rooms after hatching, so you wouldn't ever really see them.

Right. Makes sense.

[Good to know, too. She was about to start eying the common room corners.]

[Well, your door is now free of spiders. Go on in.]

[She is testing the doorknob right now. Lucky her, it's unlocked, and the door swings open silently.

Good lord, the dust.]

[He peeks around her at the room, then snorts.]

You're going to need a vacuum, I think.

Yeah...

[Her shoulders drop, because cleaning is definitely not what she wanted to do when she came back, and she heads for the closet, hoping it, at least, is not as bad.]

...want me to wait outside so you can change?

...nah, I've got it.

[She opens the closet door and steps inside, shuffling around for a pair of jeans, which she will simply tug on underneath her robes.]

[In that case, he'll lean against the doorway to her room and wait, eyes closed (because he's lost in thought, not because he thinks she might be stupid enough to flash him somehow).]

[She doesn't care about swapping the robe out for a shirt yet - she'll deal with that later. Once the jeans are on and buttoned she casts the room a quick look and makes her way back over to Red, stopping in front of him.]

[Well, he opens his eyes as soon as she comes over.]

Not getting changed completely?

[She shakes her head.]

Can't be bothered right now.

[That said, Riku reaches up to brush her hair back, looking away somewhat awkwardly. Like she wants to say something.]

[...Which will get a curious look from him.]

[So helpful he is not. She starts to, then stops again, some intense internal struggling going on. Damn, why is this so hard. Eventually she drops her hand, allowing it to hit her leg rather noisily before she steps closer.]

...what?

[What are you doing, you confusing woman. He's... well, he's quite openly confused by whatever it is she's got going on.]

[Being awkward, that's what. She closes her eyes briefly in irritation, then pulls him into a hug.]

[Red's still for a moment, kind of startled by the act, before his arms move up to return the hug, a little tighter than he meant to.]

[Oh, that feels good. Riku is incredibly relieved he did not make this more awkward for her, too, partly because she does have something to say on top of it.]

... I'm sorry for putting you through this.

...it's not something you need to apologize for.

[It really isn't. If necessary, he'd do it again.]

[She disagrees.]

Yes, it is. If I had been looking for a cure as hard as I should have been, this never would have happened.

Riku.

[His expression goes serious, and he's trying to get her to look him in the eye without just grabbing her face.]

It wasn't your fault. I'd do it a hundred times if it meant keeping you from hurting other people, because I know that guilt would eat at you more than death would.

[Well fine, she's looking at him about half-way through that, but she's frowning. He knows her well enough to know for sure that she'd feel incredible guilt for that, but she feels guilty over this, too. And it doesn't look like what he's saying is easing it any.]

Would it still not be my fault if I didn't want to be cured?

I'd question why and build you a better pen.

[That earns him a slight scowl. She's had a lot of time to think over how to apologize (she knew she'd hurt him, after all) and what to say and this is not going how she planned. Why the hell is everyone always so casual about the things she does?]

A better pen.