[Her voice is hushed, as though she doesn't want anyone to overhear.] Brother! Suzaku! There's a problem! Sister Cornelia found Zero's costume while we were doing the laundry! Be careful, you two.

[Aidou is sitting on one of the chairs in common room, trying to read a book he had taken with him from the educational facility, but having trouble concentrating enough. Night has set in, and his body is telling him it's time to be awake, only he's tired from being up the entire day--and so very annoyed, doing laundry is not good for his hands--and so he's in a very irritable mood.

He realizes he's read the same paragraph four times and lets out a frustrated huff, slapping the book shut with an audible clap.]

If things don't go back to as they were, I'm going to need a lot more blood tablets to make it through the day...

[Maybe he needs to find something else to keep him occupied...]

{Feel free to come bother Aidou! ...or be bothered by him. ^_~}

[Len is sitting in one of the tables, with his meal in front of him. Yet he doesn't touch it. He is thinking really hard, opening and closing his locket.

Maybe she'll come here at some point. Sentience takes good care of us; you two would be happy here and free to be with each other all the time.

He is re-playing Naminé's word in his mind over and over. Does he really wants Rin to be here, in prison? Should he ask Sentience to bring her here?

Len sighed and trowed his head back, closing his eyes. He wasn't sure at all of what he should do now, but he had liked the busy day Sentience gave them, thought.]

[Saix is in the same position as this morning, leaning against the wall by the door. He's already eaten, taking advantage of his access to the kitchen.]

[Private to Axel]

So. [they need to have a few words about a certain conversation.]

[After spending the whole of dinner and free time working on it, Xion sends a note to Axel via a bot as they are all chivvied off to bed (she made sure to ask nicely). The note is on a folded sheet of notebook paper, heavily crinkled and covered in eraser smudges.]

( Not a love note. )