[By this point, Kaveh's figured out that Hikari seems to be the only person dead (or harmed in general?? Looks at inves. Looks at Francy). This means Shenhe gets Sad Kaveh, who is probably curled up in a Mcdonald's booth with a coffee sitting by him, even though it's untouched. Mehrak sits next to the booth, but it's off. He glances over as she enters, and it's only because it's her that he starts to uncurl a little, even though his shoulders are still heavy with misery.]
[god i hope we missed yang's body somewhere that'd be so funny
anyway, shenhe wanders in, takes a look at him, and then goes up to the front counter. she orders a water! and she brings it to him, pushing it into his hands.]
Yes. I was locked in the IKEA with nine other people. [you can imagine how this was a NIGHTMARE.] We only realized the doors had shut when we couldn't contact anybody.
Even in the haze of depression, though, Kaveh can tell she's unhappy. He extends a hand carefully, leaving it on the table to give her time to pull away or indicate she doesn't want to be touched; if she doesn't, he'll reach over to put a gentle hand on her arm.]
...It feels unfair. For the odds to be stacked against us like this.
[It's one thing to tell people to take each other out. It's another to actively block the attempts of people who'd want to intervene.]
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anyway, shenhe wanders in, takes a look at him, and then goes up to the front counter. she orders a water! and she brings it to him, pushing it into his hands.]
... I wasn't able to find you.
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But, oh--he looks a little startled by the sudden water, but he accepts it. So that's... y'know. Something.
Shenhe's presence is more helpful, truthfully; it gives him something to turn his attention to. It feels so much better to focus on other people.]
We couldn't get in touch with you either. We got locked inside the restaurant, and then our phones stopped working.
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Yes. I was locked in the IKEA with nine other people. [you can imagine how this was a NIGHTMARE.] We only realized the doors had shut when we couldn't contact anybody.
[her jaw works a little.]
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Even in the haze of depression, though, Kaveh can tell she's unhappy. He extends a hand carefully, leaving it on the table to give her time to pull away or indicate she doesn't want to be touched; if she doesn't, he'll reach over to put a gentle hand on her arm.]
...It feels unfair. For the odds to be stacked against us like this.
[It's one thing to tell people to take each other out. It's another to actively block the attempts of people who'd want to intervene.]