WEEK 4.

[trustwellness]

WEEK 4 Three more have died this past week. Milla Maxwell was killed for breaking a rule, Chiyuki was murdered, and you all had a hand in executing Yoshikage Kira. It seems like this isn't going to stop any time soon. How many more will join them this week? Saturday is given to regrouping and rest; on Sunday morning the clock chimes as it always has, but at least there are no bodies to find today. It seems you're safe for now. The night before wasn't necessarily a peaceful one, however; you'll probably feel a bit groggy when you wake up, and it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost... Despite the Wordsmith's reaction to the last trial, it seems as though you've been rewarded once again for a job that was...well, it was done, even if he didn't explicitly say it was well-done. Another door has opened in that stairway, it seems, leading you further down into the building; once again, there are more rooms down there, more things to occupy yourselves with. Or perhaps just more means to get creative with regards to how you take initiative with your fellow Apprentices. APPRENTICES REMAINING: 23 APPRENTICES REMAINING: 22 APPRENTICES REMAINING: 20

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[OOC: Welcome to week four of Trustfell! Feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget to save those threads for coins and the activity check!

If you'd like to get in contact with the Wordsmith, you can do so through letters or the switchboard!]

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[deofoled]

[ For some reason those words amuse him, though he's not sure why. It's not like he's a stranger to hearing such things, but this was different somehow.

He's content to stand there for a while, however awkward it is, before he realizes they could get more comfortable.]

We should sit. [ The only problem is he doesn't know where, they could sit on Mikazuki's bed but he's never sat on someone's bed in such a causal manner (or at all). The floor seems like not the best choice either, so he's hoping the other man decides for them.]

[tsugomori]

Then...

[ Mikazuki lets go of Killia finally, and heads over to their bed. He lays upon it the bouquet gently, and then sits upon the covers. He'll pass the other male a smile and pat the seat next to him invitingly. ]

How about here? Surely you have no objections?

[deofoled]

That's better. [ Well he offered, so that makes it okay he thinks. He sits down next to Mikazuki, closer than he normally would and after a hestiating a moment reaches for the other mans hand again.]

...I forgot what I came here to talk about.

[tsugomori]

That's alright. Once you reach a certain age, you can be quite forgetful~

[ He'll easily pass the man beside him another smile, as he takes the hand that had reached out to him easily. He resists the temptation to just lean against his shoulder instead, though. ]

I should know. But there's something I have been thinking of talking to you about...for example, sleeping arrangements?

[deofoled]

[ Killia hasn't laughed in years, but he can't help but make an amused sound at Mikazuki's words. He also leans into him a bit as a result, though he doesn't let go of the other man's hand.]

Huh? What about them? [ Is it any surprise he's not following the line of thought here.]

[tsugomori]

[ ... That is quite an adorable sound he is hearing. He seems immensely pleased the other man is leaning into him either way. ]

Would it be alright if we shared the same room? It could prove to be a good idea.

[ Honestly it is no surprise that Killia isn't following the same thought, but it's okay with him. ]

[deofoled]

[ There's a lot of thoughts he has about that, some more complicated than others. It's not an easy question for him to answer, but it's actually not for the obvious reasons. He squeezes Mikazuki's hand while he's thinking, though this time it's on purpose.]

Yeah, it would be. [ A beat.] We should-- your room is closer to the kitchen.

[ Because that totally actually matters, he spends way too much time walking back and forth!]