[Well. Galo is still pacing around the general area the three girls disappeared off to, frustrated, like he's going to find a hidden panel and escape through.]
[That's not too far from where they started, which is fortunate, because Zenitsu finds that he's not able to get much of anywhere with his weak legs. His voice is faint as he calls out from the corner.]
[Ahh! It's the whiny kid whose life he vowed to defend (he is not remembering names). Running to where he is, since he sounds like he could also be in a bad shape??]
[Here's Zenitsu, seated on a stone bench out in the garden with some flowers piled next to him. Right now he's in the middle of weaving a ring of flowers together, albeit very slowly lest he drop a hand or finger and mess everything up. He's starting to make some headway, but this peaceful little process he's built for himself is not long for this world when one (1) Galo is also around.]
[You thought correctly! The sounds of someone being extremely loud are approaching from the direction of the pond. It's Galo, and he's practicing waving around his dumbass matoi he made out of a pool cue and bedsheets. Trying to do some baton tricks with it. It's highly annoying.]
[Zenitsu can't ignore these sounds when they're so loud. At this rate the flowers might even start to wilt! He cranes his neck in the offending direction and blinks at the bedsheets on a pool cue.]
[Pudding is a very tasty, sweet snack and Zenitsu can't get enough of it. He enters the kitchen— it let him inside!—and blinks when he sees Galo already there.]
[He's awake and a monster both, if just for a second, judging from the whited out look of his eyes and the awkward hunch in his shoulders. Snapping his head in Galo's direction, he blinks. His eyes return to normal and he straightens as he gasps weakly.]
week 0; friday post body announcement
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Is that you, Mr. Thymos?
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It's me! I'm here! Are you okay?
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After what they all just saw, he can't complain as much as usual.]
I'm fine . . . Are you looking for those girls? I don't see them anywhere.
[And he's sure they went this way (with the body). Not that he's actively looking for them.]
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Yeah. They just - vanished or something. And they took that girl with them.
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[Shaking his head.]
I want to find the girl. I have emergency medical training. She looked really sick, but I might be able to help.
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week 1; tuesday
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Good morning, Mr. Thymos. Is that a matoi?
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[Doing another complicated twirl, tossing it in the air and catching it.]
This is my very own homemade symbol of firefighting prowess!
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You really enjoy your job, don't you, Mr. Thymos?
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[He's still messing around with his dumb stick, but paying more attention now.]
See, when I was a kid, I got saved from a fire that burned my house down. Since that day, I knew all I wanted was to rescue people from fires.
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week 3; tuesday
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Good morning, Mr. Thymos.
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[He's putting the finishing touches on his own food - a couple cereal alphabet pieces to say B-U-R-N-I-N-G R-E-S-C-U-E. On an omelette, Galo???]
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Burning rescue? What does that mean?
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[He pulls out a cup of pudding and grabs a spoon before walking over to Galo.]
What is it like? Your unit.
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Week 5; Post Trial
The ballroom is familiar from last week. Coming back here feels very bad. But he's brought cookies. Zenitsu, you awake, bro, or are you a monster.]
Hey . . .
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Mr. Thymos!
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[He looks at Zenitsu for a long second and then says.]
You know, you can call me Galo if you want! No one really calls me Mr. Thymos.
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[His gaze drops to the floor in front of him. Not that it matters now, does it?]
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[He's also. From future dystopia America, so it doesn't really apply.]
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I guess so.
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