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[ reaching out through the murmur, a soft prod. ]

Do you have a moment?

I've been looking into that head count for us, you know.

[ hello, megumi. ]

Hey.

[this is a little awkward now that she's awake.]

Can you make me soup when you get back? I still feel sick.

[ sometime later in the first week of sundowning, Aventurine's presence will be felt in the back of Megumi's mind. ]

Are you heading out to find the fragment or whatever?

[ Stale toast on mouth, messenger bag on side, package on an arm, skateboard on feet. Caelus rolls through the streets, parkouring against debris and broken roads. He sped away from maybe two or three mutant creatures along the way, leaving them in the dust. He has better business to focus on.

When the trailblazer arrives at Megumi's dorm, instead of going through the front door like a sane person, he decides to scale the walls instead. The emergency staircase and ladders are right there, it's faster… Soon enough, he finds the right room, and peeks through from the window. He knocks at the glass gently, then waves enthusiastically whenever he's seen. ]

[ no real preamble but: ]

Is being homeless bad?

Megumi.

[ — a first name, salient. Natural. Less predisposed to formality than his secret upbringing might suggest. It's not as though Subaru hasn't looked for him in the Murmur before, but this particular weave of emotion is potent, closer. Chosen. He's laid low since that first week, allowed the dust of their tethering to settle.

But he can't pretend as though it doesn't exist entirely. ]

( This just in: a Murmur-assisted image of the world's most adorable Sleep-hosting terrier pupper, vine tendrils and excitement bursting out of her eyes and tail, a PEPPER tag legibly front and center on her fungus-emaciated colour. )

Why, Fushiguro-kun. I don't suppose there's room in your home and heart for one more.

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