week 8, wednesday around midnight

[socloverit]

[Her twelve hours should be resetting soon, if it hasn't already—the robots kicked her out of her room during the evening when it was still Tuesday (they're probably sick of her refusing to leave until she's forced to, every single goddamn day even a week and a half later), and Clover had spent some time flitting here and there and away from the night owls until settling on the viewport, closing the doors behind her, and after she fiddles with the console for long enough, she locks them.

She's splayed herself over one of the couches, the side of her face pressed against he armrest so she can stare blearily out into space.

At some point, she'll get up and move to her room, but not yet.]

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[thanatosincarnate]

{ Arumat's elected into looking for the pink-haired lady -- and he uses process of elimination to narrow down where she is. If anything due to what's happened he's less inclined to be hesitant even if he was never any good at broaching at emotional subjects.

He'll knock upon the viewport door once he notices it is locked. }

Clover.

{ He'll call out her name -- if it is her, then he'll find out... probably. }