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Brows pinched in concern, and she turned so she was facing him with feet tucked into the seat beside him, Not touching, just there. "I'm not a huge fan of crowds either." She propped her elbows on her knees and brought her hands up to cup her chin. "But it's only for an hour, right?"

An idea struck, and she smiled suddenly, leaning just a little closer. "We make it through this, and I've got some fresh strawberries we can tear into after." Part of the care package brought back by Taym from the outside world.

"I do."
There was a pause.

"...sorry."

"Yeah, sure.." Otto mumbled, not entirely sold on being won over with food. Hed have to socialize again. Dammit. When did he get so soft and why was it so hard to back out? Maybe if he was boring enough, they'd leave him alone to wallow in solitude.

Another slow bite into the sandwich. One hour of group therapy. Then God knows how long eating strawberries with his cousin. Maybe he could say he was sick and find a hole to hide in. Why did people like him, again?

All of the replies Ripley gave were appreciated, even if Viveca was none too happy with his lack of honest empathy. But that was super easy to ignore because Cass-Sempai and Hottie Hubby~
The offer of a chair was taken noisily as Abbi scrapped it back and nearly fell into it, smacking her elbow on the table and whining about it before she pulled Ripley into the one next to her's. She turned pitiful eyes up at him because that had really hurt in hopes he might dote on her, just a little.
"I don't know what I did!" Abbi began to wail but cut it off with a horror stricken look. Waitaminute. Yes. Yes she did.
Her panic ebbed in favor of worry, for she had hoped that they had forgotten that incident and let it go. That had been... A while ago!
"O-ok... Maybe I do know..." She mumbled with a slide down into her seat, careful to pick out Stormy in the room. Why were they being punished now? That show at the end of that whole fiasco had been punishment enough...

"B-but if you're so good... Then by extension Mr. Marcus has to be good too! So why would they call him?" That was basically Abbi's introduction to the higher up sitting on Cass' other side. They'd met briefly at the Moon Division meeting, but she hadn't really been given a chance to talk to him much more than a quick nod and mumble of her name.
"Do ya think it'll take long?" Hopefully it would be five seconds of scolding, a gentle wrist slap and then they'd be freed.
But that was immensely wishful thinking. And being realistic only made her think about all the alternatives to what COULD happen so that by the time the teen spoke again, she was paler than before and shaking.
"Wh-what i-if they t-take our e-eyes?!" Not her pretty blues that were currently hidden with purple contacts! Not those!

He'd planned on coming alone to the meeting, embarrassed at having got called out for his behaviour, and not particularly needing to share that embarrassment with anyone else. But when he arrived, he'd poked his head in and surprised at the crowd, though he guess free food always drew an audience. An audience, he decided that he wasn't entirely comfortable with as he picked out faces and, spotting a certain redhead, he quickly backed out the door for a moment, fishing his phone out of his pocket. If he was going to go to a support group, he needed some actual support.

Peyton was just surrounded by grumpies..

Pale eyes rested on her cousin as he slouched in his chair, and the up once Taym had arrived and tossed his aggressive nod her way. It had frowning back at him, eyes rolling before an exasperated smile forced an appearance.

Something scraggly and very homeless-looking burst into the Moon conference room holding a cup of coffee that for some reason said #1 Sith on it. He hastily placed it on the table, and then hid under it as if nothing had happened.

"If someone asks," the very well hidden Death assistant said, "I was never here."

The text was curious, and somewhat confusing, but Ian didn't respond, just simply closed his phone, tucked it into his pocket, and grabbed his coat, looping his scarf loosely around his neck. He was out the door a few moments later, padding down the hallway of the dormitory building, and after several moments of most-definitely-not-lost wandering, determined where the room in question was.

He spotted Shiloh easily, his pale pastel hair a dead giveaway, and Ian gave him a small smile, sliding his hands into the pockets of his coat. He wanted to lean down and kiss him, or reach out and take his hand - his fingers were itching to hold Shiloh's - but after their late night conversation, he felt almost nervous to do so, especially when their relationship was still newly public.

"Hey," said Ian, stopping in front of Shiloh. "What's up? What's this meeting for, anyway?"