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      There were countless emotions flooding her mind, fear, worry, anger over this situation and some feelings that were impossible to interpret for her, that seemed foreign, like pushed onto her from someone else. She really didn’t want to believe it, but slowly she started to understand that those words she had heard in that strange room were maybe the cruel truth. Trembling, trying to suppress another sob, she didn’t want to start crying again, she wasn’t that weak, but yet, she felt so completely desperate, devastated, she didn’t know what else was there to do.

Quickly wiping her teary eyes before gazing back up, taking a look around, finally noticing that she was… lost. Well, she had been on the way to the chambers where she was supposed to reside during her unwanted stay here, but corridors of this facility were all absolutely the same. And her sense of orientation wasn’t the best anyways.

      “Well…” Putting on a bad poker face. "… Where’s room 4G?"

       A small part of her considered how her partner, whoever it was, was feeling in reaction to her own irritation. That person was in the same boat she was; it wasn't fair at all to take her frustration out on someone who was, probably, innocent.  So, with a deep breath, she attempted to calm herself.

       It was nice to feel the other end of the line, however measly, try to pull themselves together. Were the situation not so awful, it may have been comforting. Now that they both were putting on a brave face, Mitsuki felt capable to seek out her room.

       She passed several people on the way. They all seemed interesting, different: as if they were all from different worlds. The Nase tried to ignore them all, but felt the pull of her connection throb with more feeling. Again, she was getting irritated. She'd gotten herself down a hallway while trying to sort her feelings from her partner, only to hear a girl speak to herself.

“Mitsuki—” is the most he can (almost) choke out, a hand pressing against his chest. She was safe. She was here, but she was safe. Maybe he was being a little dramatic, but who cared?

Not Hiroomi, clearly.

       "Follow you? Why would you ever think I would do that?" She shifted stance to portray her irritation; one hand rested on her hip while she leaned forward and poked him on his own hand, near the chest, with the other. "I woke up one morning and you were gone, out of the safety of our home?" Mitsuki shook her head.

But he didn’t want to be alone. He needed at least one person to keep him from keeling over from embarrassment, someone he could rely on. Not that he was looking for that specifically at this time - Mikoto just needed at least one friend. 

Still, there wasn’t many chances to, or those chances he let slip away from his fingers. Mikoto had seated himself next to a dark-haired girl, the redhead stealing glances towards her every now and then, wanting to think of something, anything to say. But she spoke first.

"Ah! S-Sorry!" He quickly scooted over, moving closer to the edge of the couch, practically pressed against the arm of it. She talked to him! Albeit, just told him to move away, but he’ll take it. It shouldn’t be too hard to talk to her, right? He just had to turn up the charm, like he did back in his school. 

"I’m sorry, My Lady. I should have been more mindful. I’m Mikoshiba Mikoto, by what name shall I call you by?" 

       And startled. "What did you just call me?" Sure, she was used to being treated a little differently for who she was and how she carried herself, but that was a bit odd, wasn't it? Had she any more room to edge away to, she would have. 

       Regardless, she was raised to be polite and graceful, and so she attempted to act as such. "My name is Mitsuki Nase. Please refrain from calling me anything else." The girl reclined comfortably in her place once more, and repeated herself. "Please."