Sunday, Week 5 - Lenka; Post-Trial

[killtheanimals]

[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.]

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[soylentprotag]

[It's relatively challenging to spot Mitsuru in the treetops, despite his more distinctive gear now, but Lenka's pretty good at spotting movement and things that don't want to be spotted -- and there have been quite a few people in trees this week, come to think of it, so when he sees a flash of something that turns out to be black robes he pauses before approaching.

It gives Mitsuru plenty of time to see him, head raised and alert because yeah, the paranoia and the things they've been seeing haven't gone away with death this time. And after yesterday none of them are going to be getting any kind of rest for a while, let alone be able to keep themselves in check.

He stops at the base of the tree, raising a hand to lean against it for the moment.]

Mitsuru. [there are both a lot of things to say and very little] ... You should eat something.

[He did bring some leftovers from the campfire. Those are their cabin supplies, after all. He'll have to replenish them soon.]