[Oct. 25/11] Casey's Room, Morning

[space_casey]

There was something akin to a disturbance in the force today, coming from Casey's room. Or, rather, a telepathic blip, a pocket of worry that threatened to suck anybody nearby into it and leave them continuing down the hallway in a daze. And normally Casey was prone to some pretty good luck. It was right there in his stone, after all. But this...

"Where did it go where did it" go where did it "go?"

It wasn't anything important, except for how it was. It was a thing that followed him around, survived the worst and then the best but the best was really the worst and it was all still the same thing all over again.

It wasn't much and it was everything and it was gone.

At least Casey had the light on this morning while he tore his room apart, looking.

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[space_casey]

Casey looked up abruptly, as if stepping back into his own head more thoroughly than he'd been all day, and considered the clutter.

"I won't" leak "if that's what you're worried about," he informed Raphael. "I want to find my thing." I'll be good I'll be good I promise I will I won't "bleed so people are afraid."

[ange_du_sang]

Raphael idly considered the blood on his sleeves before even thinking of how to answer that.

"I care not if they are afraid of your leaks," he said finally. "But if you are overwhelmed, it will be up to me to deal with you."

And Raphael was in the sort of mood where it was even odds how great his care would be.

[space_casey]

"I'll curl up" in my safe place, "I'll be okay there," Casey replied, looking up at Raphael with a stubborn set to his jaw. "People are loud everywhere but there. And..."

He hesitated, not wanting to get too hopeful, lest he find himself disappointed later on.

We'll find it?

[ange_du_sang]

Raphael was loathe to say an untruth.

There was no absolutely guarantee that they'd find it.

"We'll do our best to find it," he said. "And if we don't, we'll keep looking. The missing homes won't stay lost forever."