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[mischiefbreeder]

[It wasn't unheard of for Gold to go barging into his housemate's rooms. On the contrary, it was something he did with relative frequency. Never with any sort of malicious intent, mind you. He just never really bothered with the whole knocking thing. It was his house, and they were his friends, so why bother?

This was one of those times, as he barged into Crys' room.]

Hey Crys, I-

[The moment he steps in, he can tell something's wrong. Anyone with eyes could, honestly. The room was completely bare. Sure, Crys kept her room organized, albeit with research materials everywhere, but this room was empty, save for just a pair of goggles, and a box containing a bunch of letters tucked underneath the desk. Letters addressed to all of Crys' friends--Silver, Red, Green, Yellow, Ruby, Ingo, other friends Crys had made in Luceti, and, of course... Himself. It was clear what this was. He grabbed the letters and set off to drop those letters off at the doorways of the people they were meant for, not even daring to open his own until later.

He didn't want to face the grim truth it contained, even though he already knew.]

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[Sometime later, he makes an announcement over the journal. Just a simple one.]

Crys went home, back to our world. She left behind some letters for her friends. Sorry.

[The feed ends there.]

[And then for the rest of the day, Gold opts to just sit in the corner of his room, Crys' goggles sitting in his lap, half-staring at the space where the walls intersect, and half-staring at the letter she wrote him.

He knows he'll see her again someday when he goes home, so... why does it hurt?]

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[tsuntrader]

[Why does it hurt? It's the same question Silver has... Even if he has some semblance of an answer.

He peeks into Gold's room with his own letter in hand, not quite barging into his room, but already halfway in.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Oh, hi Silver. Gold doesn't say anything or even move to greet you. He just sits there. Staring at the wall.]

[tsuntrader]

[That's just fine. Silver just walks in, quietly closes the door, and sits down next to him to join him in staring at the wall.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold hugs his knees, resting his chin on his kneecaps. He glances at Silver out of the corner of his eye.]

...Hey.

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[skaterbrain]

..........Hey man, where you at?

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[mischiefbreeder]

Home.

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[skaterbrain]

You want some company?

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[mischiefbreeder]

I'm fine. I don't need anybody right now. [He's trying to make himself sound tough, because he doesn't want anybody to see him this upset.]

[dragoneer]

...She's gone?

[He feels an empty spot in his heart. Crys had been...not only his friend, but she'd taught him a lot of about training and he'd gone to her world with her. At least the fake memories means he knows she's going back to a good place.]

I'm sorry, Gold.

[mischiefbreeder]

Yeah... She's gone. [His voice is even and low, strained even. Not the usual vibrance that he's known for.]

[dragoneer]

[Well. That's rough, buddy.] Do you need anything?

[mischiefbreeder]

'm fine. [No he's not.]

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[happyends]

[ After seeing so many people she knows leaving, Madoka knows very well how heavy a message like that is, so her own voice immediately get a little softer and more strained too. ]

.. I'm.. sorry to hear that..

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[mischiefbreeder]

[There was some sort of irony in Gold being comforted by Madoka over this, when he did the very same thing for her several months ago.

Of course, that irony was lost on him right now.]

Mmm... Yeah.

[happyends]

Will you be okay? [ She almost sounds a little as if she's insisting - insisting on helping, that is. ]

I mean.. w-well, you know I know how it feels, so..

[mischiefbreeder]

Yeah... I'll be fine. [Eventually.]

[endgames]

[...things like this are always so awkward. He didn't know Crys, other than to think she was an important person to Gold and Silver. All these responses feel like a greeting card to him, and he doesn't think anyone's interested in a repeat of that.

So... he waits until the next day.]

Yo, Gold. You at your house?

[mischiefbreeder]

[Thankfully, by the next day, Gold's feeling better. He's still feeling up over her departure, but he's no longer feeling like becoming a hermit.]

Yeah, I am.

[endgames]

Cool. [In that case, knock-knock.] In that case you can answer your door.

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[generalflirt]

Hoooo-cha, those poor hips, never to admired again by the likes of me.

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[mischiefbreeder]

[And Gold just glares at Masaomi through the journal. He is so not in the mood for that.]

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[generalflirt]

Okay, you caught me, poor humor. [Sigh] That's a shame though.

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[contestconqueror]

[He got the letter. He heard your message, and now he feels like he should at least check up on you.

...But the feeling that he should be responsible does not outweigh how awkward this feels, especially after apparently being tiny for a few days; not that he remembers any of that... but the others do. He does a few laps of pacing in front of Gold's door before he finally (quietly) knocks on it.]

Hey Senior... are you there? Are you going to be alright?

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[mischiefbreeder]

Yeah... I'll be fine. [He knows he'll be fine. He'll grieve, and then he'll move on.

...But it doesn't make the grieving any less painful.]

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[contestconqueror]

Okay. [He didn't know what he was expecting to hear, but he can't really think of anything reassuring to say at the moment. He's not very good at this, and he knows it.] Should I stay, or- ??