InsaneJournal

Who: Kozue and Kiriko.
When: Shortly after the dungeon.
What: Talk about some stuff. Probably it's important.
Why: Otherwise living in their dorm would be really awkward, if they never talked.
Where: Their room.


When Kozue had come back from Paradise, she had crawled into bed and collapsed; her suitcases remained unpacked and she was still wearing the bath robe, wherever it had actually come from. And everything felt awful. Physically, mentally, emotionally, all those other -llys that she could muster to think about herself in terms of. She was reeling. She told herself, several times, on the walk back, that sleeping it off would make things better. It was just like a hangover, right? A supernatural hangover composed of your psyche rebelling against you and trying to kill your friends and then being forcibly shoved back into your mind?

Yeah.

You could sleep those things off. You had to be able to.

She was not sure how long she slept for; when she woke up, she was curled in a tiny ball underneath the covers, knees tucked almost all the way up to her chest, completely enveloped in darkness and safety. She stayed that way for a long time, though she could not find a suitable explanation for herself as to why she did it. Much of her did not want to. After some time had passed, a span she could not quite decide the length of, Kozue slowly peeked out from underneath her blankets.

The psychological hangover was smaller, but not gone. Curses. She peered around the room fixing, after a moment, on Kiriko; the other girl was there. They should... Well, either they would talk about this now or they would sit in awkward silence for the rest of their lives, because the moment had come and gone and nobody had said anything. So, taking a breath and scooting even further out from underneath her covers (so that her head was actually visible), Kozue spoke. "Hey. Good morning." A pause. "It's... morning, yeah?"