North makes her way to the library some time after the shared vision of death, more out of habit than anything born out of rational thought. It's there that she runs across Futaba, who is, hm. Not doing well? North has half a mind to turn around and keep walking, pretending that she never saw anything, but instead—]
[ Futaba is. Not doing so great, given how the book she's been flipping through probably hasn't been touched in about an hour now. She jerks, not having noticed North until now and smiles weakly. ]
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week one, friday.
North makes her way to the library some time after the shared vision of death, more out of habit than anything born out of rational thought. It's there that she runs across Futaba, who is, hm. Not doing well? North has half a mind to turn around and keep walking, pretending that she never saw anything, but instead—]
... Hey.
[Yeah. Hi. Hello.]
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Hi.
[ Hey.
Riveting conversationalist, the both of them. ]