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After Lance had gloriously, and literally, rolled out a eery and tense silence had broken out between the pair. For Ceres is was a combination of still 'waking up', emotions flooding, trying to IGNORE the fact that she was dead for a week, and just in general not knowing what to say. Thankfully the pair seemed to escape the life labs without incident, and even get to the doors leading to the living area without much happening. Part of her was thankful, the other part wondered where everyone was exactly.

Somehow along the way she had slipped her hand towards Bix, grasping at his arm. She needed it right now... for a combination of helping her walk straight and for comforts sake. He at that moment really was her rock, the touch keeping her grounded. She too remembered things before... whatever 'killed' them. She remembered the mists, and how they effected her. She already had a protective streak a mile wide... but whatever came over her was not protective. It was possessive.

She remembered kissing Bix as well.

As they reached the door, fingers squeezed his arm a little tighter, signaling that she was going to speak up. "I think we need to talk... but not right here in the open."

She saw his reaction and wondered for a second why he was wincing.... only to make a little 'o' with her mouth once she realized why he reacted as he had. "You know what i mean!" She said rather exasperatedly, gripping a little tighter as he opened the door. "Im not really thinking all that straight at the moment, better, but still trying not...to think about certain things." She of course meant being dead, but that could also be taken many ways.

Nodding she allowed him to guide her into the building, but once inside she took the lead and guided him to her door. "Thankfully Deus has so many people that... it isnt too hard to avoid if you really try." Or they were just damn lucky.

Someone could have easily seen them and knew who they were...

She was not sure if she should have been surprised that the door was opened, but she didn't exactly have her key at the moment either. Funny how naked you can feel without your keys, phone, or weapon, without really being nude.

Oh wait.

Stepping inside she glanced around really quickly, noting a few things. "Looks like no ones been in here..." Moving in she made room for him too before closing the door behind the pair. Reaching into the dresser, she searched around for a few things quickly. Returning back she tossed something at Bix, something he would know as his very own superman shirt she 'borrowed' a while ago. "I think the only bottoms i have that might fit you is a skirt, even then im not so sure." He was taller, and a bit wider than she was. But he was a man so, no wonder.

"Everything seems ok." She quickly scanned the room once more, it really looked like nothing was touched. Blessing in disguise?

Once she was finished grabbing everything she wanted to wear, she turned around to find his back to her. That alone made her smile, he was being a gentlemen.

Not wanting to make him wait for long, the sound of a sheet hitting the floor was a signal that she was dressing. She didn't take her time either, because not even a minute or two later she had approached Bix and tapped his shoulder. Ceres had chosen a really simple outfit. A pale turtleneck shirt and white jeans.

Maybe she was trying to be amusing with the choice of color palate.

"No, lets go get you some pants too." Silently she agreed with him, she could not handle being alone right now. She felt numb, but knew once they both had time to stop and think about it... the emotions were going to have major backlash.

Opening the door to her room, she held it open for him and followed him out before closing it behind her.

She made no effort to stop his hand when it grasped at hers, she even spread her fingers so that they could lace together easier. The fact that his hands were cold said loads, though for once she felt hesitant about growing closer to his side to try and help with that. It was not that he was wearing a sheet, she couldn't care less about that, it was just the tension radiating off them both in buckets. She had calmed down some since changing into regular clothing, but she still felt like a caged tiger was trapped within her ribcage.

She hoped once that he was settled back into his room, among familiar things, he would calm down too.

Only once he opened the door, and stepped within... he did not calm. No, something else entirely.

He looked like he wanted to cry.

Peeking around him from the doorway, she understood why. "Oh god..." she whispered, suddenly noticing that every single object that Bix owned was missing. His statues, his comics, even his wall scroll... gone. The room looked bare and foreign, not like his room at ALL.

Ceres felt a different emotion all together... something that made her tense. Something akin to letting a few of the emotions within her leak, and intensify. She was PISSED. "We were... not gone... for even a WEEK." She muttered strongly under her breath, feeling as if flames were tickling her eyes. Ceres wanted to knwo exactly WHO the hell had ransacked his room. Who had taken his things so carelessly and not even thought that maybe, just MAYBE, he as a person would have rather had his stuff laid untouched for a while. Bix's things were important to him, even Ceres knew that. He never outright said it but he took GOOD care of his possessions.

"We need to ask around and see if we can find who the hell did this." Cerulean eyes looked up at Bix now, wanting nothing more than to hold him but knowing they needed to find whomever did this as well. She would go alone if she had to.

"Shh shh." She called out, reaching a hand out to stroke his arm gently in a attempt to calm him down. Once that did not seem to work though, she drew back some, pondering briefly. She was still really pissed off, but part of her also felt intense sorrow for Bix.

Her mother-bear mode was going nuts.

"We will find your things." She said waiting for him to compose himself, even daring to go on her tip toes quickly and peck him on the cheek. "Molly moved in to your old room, yes?"

She took over guiding them then, moving down the stairs to the first floor in a old direction that used to be familiar to her. Once on the bottom floor it was as if second nature took over as she guided them easily towards the door. Using her free hand, she tapped somewhat heavy handed at the door.

"Molly?"

There were probably a few explanations that would be necessary but Bix wasn't feeling very sane or rational right this second. His eyes were rimmed red, his face paler than usual, and all he was wearing was a tight Superman t-shirt and a white sheet wrapped around his waist.

"Molly do you know where my stuff is?" His voice was serious, low, almost borderline manic. "I.." He closed his eyes, blew a breath out of his nostrils, and opened them again. "I woke up on a morgue slab thismorning. I have no clothes and all my belongings are gone."

Underlying statement: I can't even deal with this right now.

If Molly was a walking tranquilizer, then luckily in this instance, Ceres happened to be one for Molly as well. Bix’s statement, which touched nothing upon how he was standing before her right now, made her sway. Ceres on the other hand, who provided more information and delivered in a relatively calm and stable tone, helped to keep Molly grounded and coherent from the shock.

Her eyes were still comically wide as she took a few steps backwards, enough to let the two inside, and she pointed to the boxes that were neatly lined up and labeled along her wall. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, and she licked her lips before trying again, her voice high pitched.

“R-right here…I was worried Deus was going t-t-to come in and incinerate your belongings…G-G-Gale has all your f-figurines…”