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~ [i]Warm Cookie Dough[/i] ~[/center]

Neither Shaun nor Caora slept. The Infinite Trap lay awake on his bed, curled up into a ball, with Fang held close in a hug. Constant repeats after repeats after repeats of the event played inside the boys head, over and over; the minutest of details made solid memories he would not soon forget. The warmth of Shaun's body, made hotter by the scarf and jumper he always wore. The sound of bones breaking and the steady, quiet drip of blood from the silent and cold husk of the Infinite Knight. The smash of glass and the slight rending of metal from Cyrus's glasses as they crushed between his fingers, and the subsequent rage and intensity in his otherwise calm voice.

No, he wasn't likely to forget the events that had transpired. Not for the longest of time. Nor would Shaun, who sat on the edge of his bed pondering. He had showered just after he had returned to his room from the Night of Carnage, and donned a new scarf, jumper and tracksuit bottoms identical to his original that had been lined up in his wardrobe. There hadn't been any other changes of clothes - not even a variant of scarf. His expression was relaxed, though his otherwise light eyes were hard and serious. Something about the way gently bit his thumb gave the impression he was thinking of something important, or even entirely preoccupied on a problem; like a difficult equation. He could very well have been programming a website in his head as a coping mechanism to the burning image in his head. One of Shona dead on the floor.

Morning came quickly for the both of them. The announcement sounded, though neither of them got up from their sleepless slumbers. People leaving their rooms, walking along the halls, and talking, sounded around them. Even a scream, at one point, though it seemed quickly taken care of. For a bit, Shaun could swear he heard Mondatta giving an inspirational speech of some kind to the others. For some reason he didn't think it would do much good...

The boy deliberated with himself some more, and then stood. On his cabinet was, of course, his "Advanced HTML" book, and beside that the DVD case "Trinity of Laughs". He had worked out who that was going to go to too late, as Quill had just been cycled out of the game. Further along, against the wall, was a pen pot, with an assortment of pencils and white board markers laid at an angle against the side. He reached over and took one, before popping of the lid which clattered against the floor as it fell. Shaun then flicked it into a pen grip, brought over to the door of the room, and begun to draw onto it.

Caora wasn't sure how long it had been since the morning announcement sounded, nor since the scream. After it, he had felt a compulsion to get out of bed, but for some reason that was difficult. He still couldn't get the image of Shona, dead, out of his head. Fang was pressed tightly against his chest as he lay in a fetal position on the matress; still in the pyjamas of the last night. It was warm...

But something came over him. A kind of... Urge. He felt lonely, which in turn compelled him to, sluggishly, pull himself out of bed with Fang in tow. Somehow, despite all the laying around, he still looked in great shape - hair included - and so he made his way to the door. His hand pressed down on the handle, and he stepped out into the corridor. Then, he took a right, and stood in front of Shaun's door. Out of all the others, Quill and Daimyon mostly withstanding, the Infinite Web Designer was the person he had spent the most time with. And, therefore, was the person in all the madness that he felt closest to.

A light knocking at his door snapped Shaun out from his writing. He crouched down and picked up the pen lid - placing in back on the nib. His hand lifted and he threw the apparatus through the air; landing it straight in the pot. A smile creased his lips, and he began to brush himself down to remove any creases on his jumper, before opening the door.

[colour=SlateBlue]"O-oh, hi, C-caora."[/colour] that same odd stuttery and shy voice emerged from his throat as he looked down at the Trap. He seemed... Deflated, kind of. That usual jovial and cheery aura felt diminished, and it was mirrored on his expression. The smile and emotion behind every action he took wasn't there. Had Shona dying really affected him that much?

[colour=HotPink]"Hi..."[/colour] he said, a note of sadness in his voice that harshly contrasted the happy-go-lucking boy Shaun had come to know, [colour=HotPink]"I-I needed to see someone..."[/colour] Fang was hung down by his side, and a concerned look plastered itself onto Shaun's face.

[colour=SlateBlue]"D-do you want to... U-um, come i-in..?"[/colour] he asked, trying to find out how badly the events of last night had caused him to feel, but he shook his head. 
[colour=HotPink]"I-I... Wanna go to the break room... See the others..."[/colour]

Even his speech was deflated; very much unlike how he had been just yesterday. The change was sudden, if expected. If there was anyone Shaun hoped Shona's death hadn't affected, it was Caora, though he knew it was a lot to expect... Deep down, he knew that he would be in bad shape. 

[colour=SlateBlue]"Y-yeah, sure..!"[/colour] he glanced backwards, to his room, then stepped out. His hand found the handle, which pulled it shut, and he quickly took Caora in a hug. His hand found the boys, and they laced fingers, before Shaun began to lead them away to the break room - where the others were to be.

[s]A voice sounded in his head, which sounded faintly robotic, saying "...In my many years of providing support, I have learned that a warm hug helps with grief. It also helps that we shift to a new topic." Huh? Where did that come from?![/s]

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It wasn't long before they got there. Calvin and Daimyon were sat, in front of an open elevator - one of many since the last night - and Mondatta was making his way inside one of the rooms with Davis. Another male, whose name neither of the two were familiar with, began to make his way inside, just as they drew near to the entrance. Krista, the Infinite Violinist, was stood outside, seemingly about to head back to her room as she yawned a farewell to her friend. 

Shaun opened the door, and saw the man making his entrance. He took a quick scan of the room, just as Mary dashed up from her table. The boy scooted Caora off to the side, just out of Mary's sight, and shuffled him over to a table. From there, he let him sit himself down; available for any and all conversation. Shaun then placed himself down next to him, and the two entered into some idle chatter as the colour returned to the boy, and so did the energy.