purest of hearts

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Battle intro:

Victory:

Defeat:

     [ E ] ven if a crazy bear trapped her in a school and forced her to kill, surprisingly, her sweet tooth still stayed. Sure, it could be considered strange, looking for cookies in the middle of the madness, but at least she could say she was satisfied with the treat.

Hot chocolate in hand, Ruby searched the kitchen for the slightest hint of a sugary snack. A sip every now and then covered her disappointment; 6..—7 cabinets she had gone through, and no cookies in sight. Continuing the search, she opened the eighth one. A sigh was let out as she dropped her head in defeat.  ”Hnn..” It seems as though this one was a lost cause as well.

Don’t tell me he’s hiding them on a high self.

Leaving with that thought she spun around, heading towards the other end of the room. Yes, she wouldn’t give up just yet. But, of course, a predicament opposed her. To be more specific, someone.

Body colliding with a stranger, her hot chocolate dropped to the floor. Glass shattered, the liquid spread to reach both their shoes. She stared down at the now puddled floor: a mess that she’d have to clean herself. A day’s work is never done. Rising her head to meet the face of her new friend, she was clueless as what to do next; yet alone how this person would react.

"I-I’m sorry.. I didn’t see you there"

So off she goes towards the kitchen, a blanket draped over her shoulders. Maybe she should go on Monotwitter and ask others if they wanted any? She'd gladly make them some! Everyone deserves a little bit of warmth in them, yeah? Well, she'd wait a little while, since the others were probably enjoying themselves, and now wasn't the time to disturb them. For now, it's a party of one.

Or, perhaps, a party of two! There seemed to be another girl on the hunt for something, turning up with few results. Well, that happened sometimes. The food stock was selective at best. Hey, looks like they'd both had the same idea, somewhat. Something along the same lines. Nope, haven't seen her around! Maybe you should go talk to her, make friends. Lord knows you can't make enough friends in a place like this. While she's searching around, let's go introduce ourselves and see if she requires assistance-!

Oh. Oh. Oh gosh. We didn't mean to do that! The sudden spin-around caught her off guard, and Madoka flinched back from the impact, leaving her in a short daze as the drink formed a spill at their feet. All the shards... what a mess.

It was almost similar to that of his mother’s. Just an unadulterated want to get along and a belief to see hope in everyone. Nate didn’t realize how much he missed that until it was back. Maybe it would just be better to ignore his theories… just for a moment. This feeling felt good. It felt nice in a wholesome way and it didn’t leave a disgusting taste in the back of his throat. It was like how he felt on the Day of Rebirth as a kid with family welcoming him and a universal feeling of love overtaking the physical nature of the world.

It was cheesy. People would probably make fun of him if he were to ever describe that but they didn’t need to know. She didn’t either. Instead, he could just walk to one of the infirmary beds that had been his home for so long and set the hot cocoa on the little stand next to it before taking a plastic chair and sitting by Madoka’s side.

That smile of hers only faltered slightly as he approached the bleach-white infirmary bed, and it hadn't even crossed her mind how familiar Nate probably was with them. As Nate placed the hot chocolate down on the stand beside her, she waited patiently for him to take his seat before reaching over to wrap her fingers around the mug. The cup was still warm to the touch, so his worries were for nothing. With the peppermint stick twirling around in her fingertips, she turned to face Nate and his inquiry.

"I've been feeling better little by little. It won't be too long until I'm up and around again, I bet." Her voice was muted, hoping not to cause commotion in one of the places it was least appreciated. Her eyes scanned across to her scarred wrist that held the hot cocoa in her lap. Yes, not without its marks, but she was recovering. This hadn't affected her outlook, and that by itself was a miracle.

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