[ hi. strohl's here, sitting on one of the couches - he's taken off his coat and folded it under hulkenberg's head wherever she's decided to settle down for the evening, and is sitting with one leg jittering, trying actively not to fuss too much.
even more weirdo behaviour for the karaoke lounge is that he's thumbing through a book! strohl jr is here too, curled up against hulkenberg's side. yay ]
[ hulkenberg is indeed here, instead of in the first aid centre, curled up in the corner of one of the private karaoke rooms with her eyes closed and head on strohl's jacket. her hair is long and pristine, thank fucking god, and she is clearly no longer a middle schooler anymore.
she's dressed with this energy, just probably without the suspenders and a Lot of bandages. but still wearing combat heels? it's fine. you'd be forgiven for thinking she's asleep but it's clear she's awake because she's petting strohl jr. ]
[he is here! and he has two arms again as of today! whoo.
when he's not fussing over hulkenberg, he's just kind of vibing. the vibes are bad because thursday evenings always are, but porridge is curled up cutely on his lap.]
[ checks on her and comes bearing gifts in the form of a variety of food in a takeout container - yes there are some different eggs in there, but it looks like he also trekked around to get some Variety going in there. keep up your strength, eat a little.
[ artemy!!! she laughs softly, so as not to rattle herself, but selects a scotch egg from the top of the bunch to nibble off of. there's not much of her usual appetite, but it's more than a normal person would have probably. ]
That the doctor knows of the world's oldest medicine is no surprise. [ fud ]
[ god, deja vu. he waits for her to move, adjusting the coat a little so it's a comfy pillow. strohl jr yawns contentedly and snuggles in closer to help. ]
Feels like a thousand years ago, at this point. [ but, he'll flip pages... eventually coming to show hulkenberg the section. strohl clears his throat, and begins to read aloud: ]
"In this world, there's no bloodstained contest for sovereignty. The people choose their sovereign from among themselves. One cannot put a sovereign to the sword to seize power. Such an act would be met with scorn and be judged as murder. Taking power or wealth by force is seen as the most shameful of transgressions."
... Was the day before the royal funeral. [ ... ] Seems too on the nose, now.
[ fussy. she doesn't seem to mind everyone henning at her, and instead looks up at him while he reads, processing through the pain soup. it... ]
A bit, maybe, but perhaps 'tis what makes it so true. That we saw a display of such a thing that went against the author's desire so harshly immediately after you had been presented with the idea of such a utopia.
[ everything happening a million years ago yesterday aside, just leans against the back of whatever couch he's sitting on, nodding at the book curiously. ]
I remember thinking at the time how far this could be from reality.
[ bitterly, even, considering. louis you stupid fuck. ] Still feels far, but. Something about his highness that makes you want to chase his dreams. If anyone could get close to it.
[ he won't linger on that too long - instead just very, very lightly taps her on the forehead with the book, careful not to agitate any injuries. ]
[ tossing over a little package to him!! it's very small - there's some kind of strawberry pastry in there, sweet. ] Hope we've not rained on your parade again...? Had to find somewhere with a couch.
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