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118. Icing

[With the weather turning colder again, particularly cold today, it would feel like a long walk to anywhere.

It's especially long when you wander far out of your way in a rather sizable arc, because you are so absolutely sure of where you are going when in fact, no, you are wrong. That about sums it up for Sheena, who finally stops right where she is and sits down. Cold and snow be damned, she's sore and tired and not walking anymore.

Which is the wrong way to think. But there's a building through the trees ahead, and stiff fingers (why do her gloves have no fingers in this weather?) pull open the journal and write only:]

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Trees.

[Well, Zelos books it there, but when he arrives...

She's not there. Uh oh. Maybe she moved a bit. Of course, while he looks around, ~~all concernicus~~ slightly concerned, he manages to slip on some ice. Ugh, that pants stain's going to be a pain to get out. Eventually he'll flip the journal back to the voice function out of frustration]

Where the hell are you?

Inside.

[she sounds tired.]

In building three, right?

Yeah. In a room on the first floor.

Gotcha, I'll just look around.

I forget which number. Sorry.

Oh, don't you go all Colette on me. I'll find you eventually.

[Eventually, he does. At least he didn't kick any doors in looking for her.]

[surely she has at least a blanket by now. When he does find her, she looks relieved on top of the tired. Homura's been great. It's just nice to see a familiar face.

Zelos, your girlfriend is covered in bruises]

[Oh, he was going to Tsun at you a little for making him worry, but that's out the window. Holy shit, woman. Hi, he's all up in your face now, checking you over.]

[Zelos, your mother hen is showing.]

...What are you doing?

Molesting you, what's it look like?

[He really couldn't help the tsun there, honestly. Well, it doesn't look like she's bleeding out or anything...]

[There are actually a couple small cuts under her gloves, but they're already bandaged and not even bleeding. They came that way. It was a sale.]

I'm not in the mood.

Right, right.

Can we just go home?

With you looking like this? Raine'll kill me.

Good thing she doesn't live with us then, isn't it?

[This face, forever.]

[too tired and achy to make words for no reason]

I'm taking you to the clinic. No whining.

What're they gonna do that'd make any difference?

Things I sure as hell can't.

[Really she has no sway in his decision because she can't really move.]

If all I'm gonna do is lay around I might as well do it at home.

...

[Yeaaaah, just picking you up now. You can have your dignity back once he's not worried about you.]

Hey! What're you doing?

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