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[Okay look. He has his Ways of tracking people and maybe it's been ten days since the intro game and he hasn't seen the guy since then, but he's sat on a bunch of questions and mulled over a lot of information. He should really, really leave well enough alone...but if he did that he wouldn't be Hiro Hamada. So Bellamy gets a text.]

Still fighting the good fight?

[ She's supposed to be working, and this is belated, but- ]

So, I hear I was demoted to 'housemate' when you told Hiro about me.

[It's not that Rise's really the type to hit the books that often. She doesn't like studying and even when she does sometimes she's not that great with her schoolwork, but for once she's in the library for something else totally unrelated. After her conversation with Rock Lee, she's decided she wants to research elements more to see if maybe she can determine which of the spirits she "belongs" to.

That would be all well and good if the book of mythology she was trying to grab wasn't at least three shelves above her head. She frowns, stretching first to no avail. She tries jumping, a little whine as she hits her elbow on a shelf on the way down. This continues for a moment before she huffs to herself, looking down the row of books before--

--oh. He'd do. She has no problem turning to face Bellamy, not exactly approaching but speaking at a normal volume. Striking up conversations with random strangers is always fine, isn't it?]

Hey! Are you busy? [Winning smile? Winning smile!]

[she doesn't need to ask. won't ask, actually, not when she's come back from having singed her fingertips with fire in how furiously she's tried to put her thoughts into magic instead of what's brewing inside her hatefully. panicking is one thing. that wasn't the case. but being unhappy about it, when her very scent was still there...Grell allows for that. might have beaten certain things in ViViD to pixelated pieces for it.

what Bellamy's going to do, she doesn't know, but she can focus by paying attention to him instead. so she'll find him, and wait at the doorway of whatever room he's in be it at their apartment or where he's working or hanging out. she's not picky.]

How willing are you to entertain stupid ideas right now?

[all is well in their shared apartment. the tech is functional enough again, groceries were gotten a few days ago, there's the sound of a muffled explosion from Grell's room and the scent of smoke-

well, most things are well. Grell's always been flammable.]

6/18, text

text | 7/11

7/13 action

four days post the happening.

what's the point of roomies if you can't do dumb magic experiments.