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"She doesn't like me," Syd whispered to Aleister as he called for Ami to come to the cuddle pile. "And I don't think I like her much either. Her hair scares me." But all this time she was hugging Cass through the blanket, so it sort of ruined the secret whispering thing.

((Cuddle pile here!))

Ami's eyes went a little softer at Wilson's apology. She sighed and swung her legs over the side of the bed, and was about to offer help up when he stood up and walked towards Cass, offering to cuddle her.

Oh wow, this was awkward. She was so awkward. Oh my god she had to leave the hunters now- she was too damn awkward.

Aleister provided some conversation, but Ami was worried. He looked shady. Scratch that, everyone in this room looked shady. "Ami," she responded brusquely. "Wilson-..." It was cut short again as she could tell Syd was whispering about her. Well no, she couldn't hear the whispers, but the way Syd's eyes flicked back and forth between her and Cass, Ami could tell. She wasn't dumb.

She retreated back to her bed. Syd was spreading slander and lies about her, and nobody was going to be friends with an a** like her. Forever and ever alone, that's how she'd be. Ami sat down, staring at the ground.

< You have me? >

Jumpy can you not talk? The voices are a bit overwhelming.

When Wilson looked around back at Ami he noticed she was back in bed. He frowned. Ami wasn’t supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be his friend. She had said that, right? Wilson remembered this very clearly. They were friends. He held out a hand toward her. “Ami—“

Then came the crying. “W-What?” His expression was almost helpless when he turned back toward Cass and awkwardly stood as he watched her cry. He had to do something, but what? “Cass. Please don’t cry. I don’t want you to cry.” Wilson stumbled forward and dropped to his knees in a clumsy hug that enveloped both Sydney and Cass.

[[ cuddle piles AND MARCUS WHYYY ]]

Aleister stared at everyone.... He wasn't sure what was going on... but he was pretty sure they were all crazy by this point. "YOU. Ami. Get over in this pile now." He said putting his foot down and then looking at Syd.

"Stop being so paranoid. No one hates you and no one is annoyed by you." He said looking at her, "You're not normally like this." He pointed out, "Why are you so worried about what others think?" He asked looking at her clearly concerned.

When Cass started crying he frowned heavily. "Ohhh... please don't cry." He looked at Wilson almost helpless. He was about to suggest something to Wilson when he thought about he shook his head and pulled out his phone.



Aleister put his phone back afterwords. "Seriously.... What's got everyone so worked up?" He was trying not to freak out at the newest sound that was behind him but couldn't be behind him because there was wall there.

<Oi.... everyone's paranoid. Even you boil.>

For a moment, Cass seemed to perk up seeing Marcus. Marcus, Marcus, Marcu- wait.

He...

He was mad. Why was he mad?

And then there was phone. It probably didn't help the fact that Cass hadn't stopped crying over the last barrage of messages.

Meanwhile, he was trying to wash off said ring and not punch anything. He was so stupid. She didn't want him. She didn't love him. She had others. Like Aleister and Syd and Wilson and- ********. He was trying really hard not to punch something. She didn't want him. Dis was trying very hard to convince Marcus otherwise, but it was like a wall had gone up. Nothing was getting through. Nothing but tiny voices in his head.

Showering, while it didn’t make everything 100% better, it most certainly helped. Molly felt like a somewhat respectable human being now that she was showered, and what was left of her Mist coat was tied around her waist as she made her way through the caves back to the barracks. Hopefully there’d be a bed open, because she was just about ready to crash—

The young woman halted in her step right near Dakota and Clerise. Now. She was not trying to eavesdrop or pry…but both of them looked like they should have been at the infirmary…oh…you know…yesterday. Mothering instinct were kicking in, and Molly bit her lip as she stared back and forth between the two, waiting to be acknowledge so that she could kindly and strongly suggest that they mosey on over to the infirmary.

Aleister just sat there and stared for a bit. He didn't really know what the ******** to do. ".........." He was looking at Wilson and then to Cass and then to Syd.

"He doesn't hate you." He finally said, "And if he says it again, I'll........" He paused what would he do? "I'll......." there was a blink, "huh..... I'll go get him and make him look at you and say that." THERE, that would fix it. He knew Marcus couldn't say it to her face.