Week 5 - Sunday, Eddie

[He's hiding somewhat less by the time Sunday rolls around, which is to say at least he isn't hanging out in a tree at this exact moment. Instead, he's... around, wearing subdued clothes, face drawn from exhaustion. Perhaps unsurprising, given the week as well as, well, yesterday.

He's also unsurprisingly being even less social than normal. Eddie's going to have to approach him first, since he's currently just kind of staring out at the lake from the shade of the canoe-shack, staff in his lap even as he spins the Ragnaruk in his hand.]

Week 5 - Saturday, Mitsuru; Post-Trial

[When Mitsuru finds him, it's in a tree away from the others, black sorcerer's robes wrapped around him to further conceal his presence. He's curled up in the branches, staff in his lap, Ragnaruk clutched tightly in his hand, shoulders shaking with the occasional silent sob.

He probably hasn't even noticed her, given the lack of reaction. To say he's doing poorly would be a huge, huge understatement.

In the end, he is, after all, only eleven- no. Twelve, now.]

Sunday, Week 5 - Lenka; Post-Trial

[Mitsuru's had some time to calm, though he's still sitting in his tree, his eyes are still red, his face still damp from earlier tears. He isn't sobbing at the least, which is a vast improvement, and the beyblade Boa gifted to him prior to the trial remains in hand, clenched tight between his fingers. His black robes are wrapped around him in spite of the heat, helping him to blend in with the dark of the trees, intended from the start as a symbol of mourning.

He didn't think they would be for mourning his best friend in this place.

Still. In spite of the dark thoughts filling his head, he's not completely oblivious to his surroundings. When he hears someone approaching, he jerks his head to see, heart rate picking up in a moment of fear - what if he's to die, too? - a spell on his lips, if unsaid.]