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[kingofdeath]

Oh Muyoung, I hear you're feeling guilty over Haruto's death.

[deights]

[ It's early morning Sunday, and the weather is grey and drab. It might rain later, and it's definitely starting to get cooler. For Marisol anyway, who sleeps under Muyoung's desk on a pile of blankets. Sometimes it's boring to sleep by herself though, and Ju often doesn't stay over, and Max's visits are few are far between. There's a lot less excitement here than Marisol would like.

She's always been a social little thing though, and she crawls out from under her desk drowsily, and patters over to Muyoung's bed. She lifts the blanket off his toes, sliding herself underneath and slinking her way up his body. When her head pops out beside his, she grins widely, wrapping her arms around him and settling in. ]