#cdv2

Hana considers her options.

Alex? No. Alex is probably smooching Kaede. triple bad idea. Quadruple bad idea, even.

Soumei? No, he's who she wants to /talk/ about, she can't talk to him about him!

Vi? Dead. "Although." Hana says out loud. "If you've got any advice, Vi, and you're listening, let me know."

Hideo?

*beat*

... well, he's pretty much it.

"...Y', course y' can." he gave her a small smile and pointed to his side of the room, seemingly not noticing how over the top she was being... Like an old person.

a cool comic

but does it speak the truth? is this a joke or is it serious? whisk off soumeis hat to find out yourself... if you dare. what lies beneath might be worse...

[Location Change: Monobuck -> Room 4 -> Hotel Lobby]

Hana, after Gang-Li departs, considers the Monobucks. Then, collecting her new items - especially the Soumei plushie - she wanders back into the hotel and to her room.

Where she puts one of the items down, grabs the Soumei daki, and wanders back out into the hotel lobby.

Flopping down into a chair, Hana curls around the objects, half-ready to fall asleep with them.

...

......

...

Touya seemed to have left after a while. It was definitely good to talk to someone, even if just for a moment, to try and get his mind off things. Not that he had forgotten about it, though. No, it had just been a small distraction, something that allowed him to forget about it, if even for a minute. Touya seemed rather nice, though... a shame he didn't get to talk to her more, or at the very least in different circumstances.

But Touya wasn't the only person here! And Soumei, no matter how upset he was, did want to get to know as many people as possible! It might sound like a silly thing to do, when so upset, but... it was honestly the best way for Soumei to become calmer. To talk to others was something he enjoyed to do essentially all the time.

So he gave a look to the crowd, forced himself to grin, and stared. There was actually a rather large amount of people here, and the accordionist wasn't about to simply exclude people, or anything! So instead, he hurried off to the coffee machine, proceeding to make himself some coffee.

He didn't really like coffee, but... he knew how to make it. So make it he shall! The accordionist merely stood by the machine, preparing the coffee, his eyes shifting from one side to another and he humming something, trying his best to keep death off his mind.

And when he was done, the accordionist gave a small smile (how genuine it was was hard to tell), stared straight forward, and talked.