[ ...Sigrun's not in her room, and her plate is still there, so he picks that up and—after a very quick stop at the chapel to set Misa's lamb by her picture and murmur a small prayer, Black sets out to find her.
Music room—nope, of course not, who the fuck is going to be there. Workshop? Work—ah, there she is. ]
Miss Sigrun?
[ And after he's spent some time with Sigrun (and dropped off her plate of food and a solid bottle of gin, whether she wants either of them or not), Black'll wander back downstairs. He peeks into the dining hall, considering it, then turns on his heel and goes to the library instead.
He's not hungry—he rarely ever is—and he's not trying tonight. Tonight is a time to get lost in fiction and slowly set books aside in piles like he'd done the first week. He won't say no to company, but... he's not particularly seeking it out. He's not really sure anyone is. ]
no subject
Music room—nope, of course not, who the fuck is going to be there. Workshop? Work—ah, there she is. ]
Miss Sigrun?
[ And after he's spent some time with Sigrun (and dropped off her plate of food and a solid bottle of gin, whether she wants either of them or not), Black'll wander back downstairs. He peeks into the dining hall, considering it, then turns on his heel and goes to the library instead.
He's not hungry—he rarely ever is—and he's not trying tonight. Tonight is a time to get lost in fiction and slowly set books aside in piles like he'd done the first week. He won't say no to company, but... he's not particularly seeking it out. He's not really sure anyone is. ]