week 03, friday, 8pm

[hopefragment]

[Hinata couldn't manage to eat much more than toast at dinner, but at least he was eating. Not contributing much to any conversations, but he was there physically, even if, at times, he didn't seem to be entirely there mentally. Listen, he is Very Normal, and two people were Hella Dead. He can maybe be forgiven for looking like he can't stop thinking about it.

Not to mention they're going to have to go through another two-day trial, and that, maybe, is even more draining than the body discovery itself.

He can be found in his room the rest of the evening, not... doing much of anything. Which is probably not healthy, lbr.]

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[sobowtor]

[Poland knocks on the door with her foot, having already changed into her night gown for the night. She's holding a tray with mugs of hot chocolate and a pile of different kinds of cookies.

Hinata had seemed... not okay. And she hadn't ever really seen him at this level of clearly not okay before. And if he's her friend then it wasn't okay!

Okay?]

Hinaaataaaa...

[hopefragment]

[It's a good thing it's Poland. For half a moment, Hinata thinks about pretending to be asleep and not answering -- but it's Poland, and he can't leave her standing outside like that. So after a couple seconds, faint through the soundproofing in the room, she'll be able to hear a faint,] Coming...

[Maybe thirty seconds later he's pulling the door open, still wearing his jeans he'd arrived in, but with an oversized sweater obscuring the rest of his body. Changing into pajamas had seemed like far too much work.

That's definitely the fanciest hot chocolate he's ever seen, though, and he spends a moment just staring at it, trying to comprehend why Poland is outside his room with such fancy hot chocolate.]

Hey... on your way to find Lithuania?

[Even though both he and Poland are on the second floor, and Lithuania is on the first...]

[sobowtor]

Nope! On my way to find you.

[Although Lithuania seriously loves oranges. Much like Hinata loves orange juice. Which is why Poland has mastered a delicious orange hot chocolate recipe.]

Can I come in?

[hopefragment]

Me?

[Obvious surprise! He blinks a bit, then nods, stepping aside to let her in. His room is pretty unremarkable; a few crudely-made origami cranes decorate the dresser, and he still has it pushed up against the window from the week before last's paranoia motive, but that's about it. And it's fairly absent of dust, too! One of many who's learned not to let the cleaning staff back in.]

Um... yeah, come in. Sorry, I don't really have anything...

[He's so awkward. He's not used to people caring about him like this??]

[sobowtor]

Yeah! We're friends so that means we get to do friend stuff. Like hang out in our rooms in pajamas and eat junk together.

[Poland marches in once he gives the okay and makes herself at home easily, setting the tray down where there's room and plopping right on a bed.]

Wow, it's so clean in here!