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『 Hey hey hey, iiit's Leia...! Sorry I missed you, but I'm pretty tied up at the moment--probably chasing my next story. Leave me a message and I'll call you back as soon as I can. Thanks! 』 [ beeeep— ]

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[journaler]

[At that, Leia glances around, opting to keep her guard up until they can find the exit. It's a lot easier to fight now with Sousei at her side, so elves really give them any trouble. They're more of a hindrance than anything else.

When they do reach the doors, she stops to stare for a moment. She can see that the blizzard hasn't let up any.]

... Ready?

[She turns to Sousei.]

[deontology]

Yes, of course.

[At least there's no hesitation to be found on this loser's end of things. He simply pushes open the doors and strides on out, so... coming, Leia?

Truly, these buzzkills are all the same.]

[journaler]

[The buzziest buzzkill to ever buzz, but then Leia wouldn't have it any other way. Probably. It wouldn't be the Sousei she's come to know.

She nods, albeit drawing in breath in anticipation.

Like pulling off a bandaid, right? Just get it over with. She draws her scarf tighter around her neck, and draws her jacket closed, arms wrapped around herself as she follows him out. The wind is still howling just as loudly as before, the snow relentless on her eyes.

......... brrrrrr.]

[deontology]

[Sousei has already taken a few strides into the snow, but now he is waiting, standing tall and unbothered in the blizzard--aside from the way that he has pulled up his scarf to cover his face a little bit more.

Even he gets cold, really.

He's about ready to go home and have some tea, if he really has any say in it--but he waits until she reaches him before he nods, an turns to continue.

Shouldn't Leia be leading, Sousei.......]

[journaler]

[She should be! And she hasn't forgotten. It's pretty difficult to talk or do much of anything but focus on the destination, but she seems grateful when she looks up at him after catching up.

She pulls ahead after that, taking deep breaths while trying not to suck in the snow.

Her throat feels so dry... Tea and soup sound amazing, but that'll be her reward at the end.

After a while, she points off to the row of buildings on their right.]

[deontology]

[And he follows, neatly and calmly (thank goodness he always wears boots, a single familiarity to his uniform from home) and when they finally find those buildings Leia was talking about, he just nods in response.

It's not worth trying to shout over the storm, but nonetheless his meaning is implied.

Carry on--he'll follow her in, at least, to make sure they're safe.]

[journaler]

[She tries one or two of the entrances, before remembering it's actually the one at the very end. Finally, she'll open the right one and lead the way in, breathing like she hasn't been able to--which isn't entirely untrue.

It's quiet.

She glances off to the hidden corner, and the small little Christmas tree still sits as she remembers it.

She quickly tries to get a better look, curious--though it doesn't seem like anyone else has found the place.]