[b][i] – Leroy[/i][/b]

[b] "I'm going to be meeting with another friend tonight, sorry." [/b] Dani said apologetically.

Leroy gave Dani a few light taps on the shoulder. “No worries, no worries. Just have fun, and don’t be a stranger if you see me again alright?” Still smiling, he went back to the center of the room to gather up all the art supplies he had messily left on the floor. Beginning to clean up be called back, “What about you Seven? What’re you doing after?” He stuffed the sketchbook, pencil, and brushes into his backpack. The 3 small ink bottles went into his pocket and… He looked around the room, wondering where he was going to dump the ink and water in his ink palette. For a moment he considered just dumping everything onto the floor, but decided not to do that while there were witnesses around.

Spotting a garbage can in one of the corners of the room, he walked over it and tilted the palette towards the bin to get rid of the ink and water. He was busy shaking the last drops of liquid off the palette when he noticed that Dani hadn’t moved from his spot. In fact, the guy seemed frozen in place. “Hey, something wrong?”
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[b][i] – Kathy [/i][/b]

Sighing with content, Kathy stood under the shower and enjoyed the feeling of warm water running over her. The scent of sweet apples filled the bathroom as she washed the shampoo out of her hair. [i]‘I swear this counts as aromatherapy. I should find a candle that smells like this at some point.’[/i]She had been too lazy to take a shower after the party, but now it seemed silly not to with how nice it felt. Her injured hand was now covered with a nitrile glove, held a little away from the stream of water pouring overhead. She had been hoping the glove would keep her hand dry enough to let her shower normally, but the area around her wrist had not been tight enough and some water had already gotten inside. But it did help quite a bit. She just had to be careful to keep her hand tilted up against the water.

After finishing up with the shower, she dried herself and changed into a black tank top and light khaki pants. With her hair wrapped up in a towel, she opened up her new first-aid kit and got out a pair of scissors along with a roll of bandages. [i]‘Am I supposed to put ointment on this?’[/i] She wondered, not certain about how to handle the stitches in her hand. [i]‘I’ll leave it be for now and ask Crash about it later.’[/i] With her dominant hand being the one tended to, she had more difficulty than she imagined while wrapping her hand back up. It wasn’t very neat, but… [i]‘The point of bandages is to keep me from moving it too much and opening up the wound. It doesn’t need to be pretty as long as it holds itself in place.’[/i] She ran her good hand over the bandages, feeling the slight bumps underneath from the stitches. Feeling a slight blush creeping up to her face, she stopped and looked at the time. [i]‘A little early, but…’[/i]

Pulling the towel off her head, she combed her fingers through the wet strands. [i]‘Good enough, it’ll dry off on its own.’[/i] Slipping her phone, ID, and wallet into her pockets, she left her room and entered the hallway. Going to the stairwell, she ignored the troublesome steps and casually walked on the walls to the second floor. Back on the regular floor as she strolled through the hallway, she looked at the numbers on the door until she found the one labelled ‘111’. Double checking the number on the door, she brought her left hand up and knocked twice.