( it's a moment before she notices the text; lily's felt dull and slow ever since that night. but when she sees the text, she nearly drops her phone in surprise. )
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( is all that's sent because she's gotten out of her spot and she's already running out the door, phone still clutched tightly ( that's the only reason why it sends in the first place ) as she looks around with red eyes that are still de-puffing before running straight to where heine is, cracked and broken voice calling, ) Heine!
[giovanni lifts his head (still aching still dizzy still sick) from it's place on heine's shoulder at the sound of lily's voice, offers a wan smile that he isn't even sure she'll see-- it's heine she wants, heine she's come out here for, he knows. brief sting of jealousy, whitehot, but he can't sustain it. there are other (bigger, brighter) concerns weighing on him right now, clustering around him like malevolent ghosts. he keeps them close, quiet, still. doesn't let on about them. he knows how to keep his mouth shut.
he carefully lifts a hand from around heine's neck (pathetic to be carried around like this, but heine had insisted) and pushes the oversized hat back from his eyes, the hoody heine has thrown over him. just long enough to get a better glimpse of her]
[are the first words hijikata says as he enters the house, locking the door behind him. not being greeted by a fluster of children nor puppies puts him on edge.]
[he checks under tables, inside cupboards, inside the broom closet]
Heine!
[he heads for the bedrooms] Oi, are you in the house or not?
[tch, not another badou case - he's responsible for these kids, even if no one's holding him accountable for them--]
( there's nothing in the room that's particularly odd ( or more out of place, badou always makes a mess here and lily doesn't exactly keep neat ) - which is the strange thing. with four puppies and four collared children, one would think that - if they're nowhere else - the bedroom would be where they'd be, but there's no sight of them.
. . . . except for the tuft of fur that sticks out from under the bed, wagging every so often before slipping underneath, out of view - and if he's quiet, hijikata can hear the quiet, agitated breaths of a small child. )
Hi lily So there's a holiday where I come from called thanksgiving Where you make a big turkey dinner and everybody eats it It's in a couple days' time, the 28th You and your brothers are invited, ok?
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my name is nill
you are lily?
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im a friend of badou and carol
you live with them now so i thought i should introduce myself :)
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if you want to come stay
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( is all that's sent because she's gotten out of her spot and she's already running out the door, phone still clutched tightly ( that's the only reason why it sends in the first place ) as she looks around with red eyes that are still de-puffing before running straight to where heine is, cracked and broken voice calling, ) Heine!
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[giovanni lifts his head (still aching still dizzy still sick) from it's place on heine's shoulder at the sound of lily's voice, offers a wan smile that he isn't even sure she'll see-- it's heine she wants, heine she's come out here for, he knows. brief sting of jealousy, whitehot, but he can't sustain it. there are other (bigger, brighter) concerns weighing on him right now, clustering around him like malevolent ghosts. he keeps them close, quiet, still. doesn't let on about them. he knows how to keep his mouth shut.
he carefully lifts a hand from around heine's neck (pathetic to be carried around like this, but heine had insisted) and pushes the oversized hat back from his eyes, the hoody heine has thrown over him. just long enough to get a better glimpse of her]
Hey L-lily.
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[are the first words hijikata says as he enters the house, locking the door behind him. not being greeted by a fluster of children nor puppies puts him on edge.]
[he checks under tables, inside cupboards, inside the broom closet]
Heine!
[he heads for the bedrooms] Oi, are you in the house or not?
[tch, not another badou case - he's responsible for these kids, even if no one's holding him accountable for them--]
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So there's a holiday where I come from called thanksgiving
Where you make a big turkey dinner and everybody eats it
It's in a couple days' time, the 28th
You and your brothers are invited, ok?
ON HER DOORSTEP
Of course, it's tagged with
ONLY THE BEST FROM BLACK☆STAR.
If Lily can manage to drag it inside, it's a huge assed stuffed bear. Probably big enough to be a bed, much less fit on one.
Yeah enjoy. ]