“My dear, I’m so sorry about that.” Odile comforts, glaring at Scara. “You can drop the act.” I sob, hiding my face in my blanket. “Pfft, loser.” Scara huffs, voice wavering. “He didn’t just try this time…” I say, tears returning to my puffy eyes. “Oh no, again?!” Odile exclaims, worry laces her voice. “Well, I was sobbing in my covers, I’ve wrapped myself in a blanket that covers everything except my head, what do you think happened?” I huff. “Oh, heavens! What happened this time?!” Odile asks, closing the door and sitting on the other side of me. “I was trying to make sure Dottore didn’t hear me…” I sigh sadly, walking through the messy room and sitting beside Scara, wrapped in my blanket. “Ugh, took you long enough!” Scara huffs from inside, crossing his arms and sitting criss-cross on the floor. “Coming, dear!” Odile says, from inside, she opens the door, her hair is up in the usual rose buns and she’s wearing a dress that she made with Father.
I use the special knock, to the tune of Daydream Warrior, an Aqours song he likes. I try to walk quietly to the purple door. I grab my comfort blanket, a navy blanket decorated with waves that Father got me for christmas.
I laugh a bit, it’s always funny when Scara checks on me. Takara, Odile told me that you were crying so there's gonna be one of our vent meetings in a few minutes, when your tears have calmed come to my room. I grab the piece of paper and read the yellow ink. I roll my eyes and get up to check it, my tears have calmed down but my cheeks are still wet. A few minutes later there’s a knock on my door, I peek from the blue blanket and there's a small purple piece of paper. I lock my door and sit on my bed, hiding in the covers.
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