*Tango climbed down from the bunk and walked over to Pup, bandana tied under his helmet and gloves doubled. everyone walked in silence as Tango approached their sick vod, not a single breath other than Pup's to be heard. Tango gently rubbed the younger clone's back soothingly before picking him up and walking him over to a small room*
Tango: *flatly* I'm not throwing you out while you're still sentient, *he placed Pup down inside the room, flicked on a lantern, and walked back to the door without him* but I can't have you interacting with the others. I'll bring you food *Tango then shut the door and sealed it, taking off the second pair of gloves and placing them in a box. he then looked at the rest of the 403rd, who were staring at him in shock* . . . what
Jexxon: *surprised* "what"?! you just locked our vod'ika in Tick's room *Tango rolled his eyes as he wiped down his armor from where Pup had touched it*
Tango: The commander's room has a bed in it, and the door seals tightly. plus, Krell added that thing to lock it from the outside, remember? *everyone shifted uncomfortably at the mention of their old general, a few people shuddering as they remembered being trapped inside. then, as Tango climbed back into his bunk, he scoffed and added* it's not like I shoved Pup into a storage closet or something. I gave him a _room_ *The 403rd looked at each other worriedly. Sure, what Tango said was true and all . . . *
***But it still didn't change the fact that Pup was now locked in a room with their former Commander's self-inflicted dead body***
*Duolan nodded, big eyes downcast and lip trembling. suddenly, a thought hit her; sure, flowers didn't cry, but they weren't particularly strong either . . . *
**So technically, she COULD allow herself to cry!**
Duolan: *sniffling* . . . H-Hǎo . . . ok . . .
*Duolan frowned, eyebrows knitting together and face becoming visibly confused for the first time*
Duolan: . . . so, I'm not going to see my Māmā again? *her voice became meeker and she looked down, gripping her hanfu tightly as her wings fluttered beneath it* I, won't get to see my jiěmèi? *the 5 year old's bottom lip trembled, but she tried not to cry; after all, flowers don't cry, as Duolan's Māmā often said*
*Nico tried to ignore Eurylochus's eyes on him, but it was easier said than done. that being said, he'd gotten pretty good at adapting to non-walking-situations (and by that he meant situations where he couldn't walk) and didn't have that hard of a time climbing down the ladder. finding a shadowy little nook, the child of the Underworld began to shave and carve the plank of wood into a relatively cane shaped shape. he also used the shadowy moment to try and purposefully slip into the world of The Fates*
Nico: *calling out* Hello? Anyone here?
*Duolan tilted her head, holding her arms close to her chest*
Duolan: Where do you live now? if you don't live with your Māmā and xiōngdì jiěmèi? *Did Umbra have xiōngdì and jiěmèi? Duolan knew she had brothers and a lot of sisters, so the little mantis just assumed everyone had xiōngdì (brothers) and jiěmèi (sisters)*
