And then they were cloommates

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Week 0: Saturday

[housewolf]

[Omi comes back to their shared room with clean clothes, but also. He's down to a t-shirt and boxers, the rest of him is covered in slime.]

[commedia]

...

[That's...a look? Douman is sitting on the bed looking at the frozen steak intently, but the appearance of his roommate looking like THAT is enough to completely grab his attention.]

Eh? Omi? What happened to you?

W0 Day 2

[commedia]

[Well.]

[The kitchen was nice while it lasted! Douman recognizes the man standing at the doorway, and approaches, glancing with some concern at him and then the terrible expanse.]

...What happened?

[housewolf]

I wish I knew.

Before I went to sleep it was fine, and now it's just. Like this...

[Who exploded the microwave of all things?]

W0 DAY 3 TEXTING

[commedia]

[YOU WANTED CLOOMMATE TEXTING SO HERE GOES]

Omi!

This is Douman. I have yet to get used to these texts so I am attempting one now. Is it working?

[housewolf]

It's working! I got your message.

How do you like it?

W0 FRIDAY

[commedia]

[Presumably they've already gone and washed themselves free of the crusty blood. Gross. Either way, Douman is just sitting, shamelessly naked, on the bed, drying their hair with a towel.]

Mmm. I suppose waking up covered in blood is not the best look after someone has died, hm...

[housewolf]

[Omi's very relieved to be clean, thank you.

He looks forlorn at his clothing, but at a certain point it's more blood than fabric.]

It's generally frowned upon.

... I didn't black out, right?

W0 SATURDAY POST TRIAL

[commedia]

[What a day, huh? Maybe its time to go to the kitchen, brew some tea, and just ruminate on the circumstances that just occurred.]

[Or...one could just run into one's cloommate and ruminate with them, instead. Douman blinks at the other man as they enter.]

...Omi. What brings you here?

[housewolf]

[Hey roomie, look at all this batter Omi's made. He has like four or five different batters and bowls and the ovens are preheating.]

I need to be occupied.

w1 tuesday

[commedia]

[So anyways about that morning after, thread. This is it! Anyways, gotta love two beefy boys just snuggling up against each other. Douman's hair is probably strewn everywhere with how long it is - some of it is probably on Omi, too.]

[Douman stirs, and then yawns...exactly like a cat, teeth and all.]

...Omi. [And a sigh, eyes still closed.] This humble priest wants to...sleep more, mm.

[housewolf]

[Cute, honestly. There's some part of his brain that wants to put his finger in there, but he will resist. Especially when his arms are already wrapped around Douman's torso.]

Mm. Then keep sleepin'? Nowhere we need to be.

Week 1: Friday

[housewolf]

[Omi's back in their room after the announcement and he's at their table, making some tea whenever Douman comes back.]

[commedia]

[Here is Douman! This time, none the worse for wear, and definitely not covered in blood. They come in and sit across Omi, letting out a sigh.]

Doubled this week, it seems. Two victims...

WEEK 1 POST TRIAL

[commedia]

[Here is the clown! Just staring at the Big Toblerone that SQX has given them. Though...they haven't opened it.]

[When they see Omi, they let out a sigh.]

With all that fucking nonsense, I almost don't feel like I want to eat this anymore.

[housewolf]

[He is just sitting on the floor? He's tired.]

You don't have to if you don't wanna.

[He will gesture for them to come join him.]

W2 MEMSHARE

[commedia]

[Hey, look, its a clown!]

[Its a clown who, upon entering the kitchen and seeing Omi, just stops and freezes, like a deer in headlights.]

Omi... [A pause.] No, I need to be somewhere else...

[They make to turn around and leave.]

[housewolf]

[Wait, huh?

Omi is going to go after them.]

What's wrong?

Week 2: Friday

[housewolf]

[Omi is in the kitchen like it's some kind of refuge. Arms crossed and staring at the sink like it'll give him an answer.

It's just a sink, and it's turned off.]

[commedia]

[Well, Douman would ask about the sink, but they're just. Walking over to a chair and-]

[Giving it a hard kick?]

[They look very frustrated.]

Please disregard me.

Week 2: Saturday

[housewolf]

[He's sitting at their little kitchen table.

Omi looks dead inside. That's what you get.]

[commedia]

[Douman approaches silently, and looks down at him, expression unreadable.]

...Hey. [And a sliver of concern cracks through their tone.] Omi.

Week 2: Sunday

[housewolf]

[He's in his bed at this point. Is a depression nap indulgent? He's not in despair, but he doesn't-

It's not the first time he's watched a friend die with nothing he could do about it.]

[commedia]

[...]

[Douman just stands at the side of the bed. Its all done now. Fukuda is dead.]

[And yet here Omi is.]

Omi.

W3 MONDAY

[commedia]

[Oh, if it isn't cloommate. Douman is here to check out the books, but they make a beeline to Omi when they see him.]

Mmm, Omi! What are you doing here?

[housewolf]

[He's on one of the nice couches they've been provided with and is in the middle of reading some sort of play script.]

It's been a while since I've held a book.

What about you?

Week 4: Friday

[housewolf]

[He's here in the bar, at one of the tables and slowly drinking an awful beer. It's fine. It's all fine.

It would be great if he could actually convince himself of that, but with such an uncertain fate, it's hard to tell.

He gives a little nod to Douman at the pinball machine.]

[commedia]

[Douman is....having a good time at the pinball machine, actually! They seem to be quite good at it by now. How long have they been playing this thing...?]

[Anyways, after a moderately successful game, Douman nods, before coming over to Omi.]

Do you mind company?

w6 tuesday evening

[commedia]

[Hey there, Omi! This is...definitely a huge aura of despair that's coming from the bakery. The sound of sobbing grows more audible the closer you get to it, and inside the bakery is...a sight.]

[Here sits Douman up against a wall, sobbing into their hands. There's despair, shame, horror, and...an odd throbbing hunger that pierces through the emotions, like a jab to the gut.]

[Douman is covered with blood.]

[How about that!]

[housewolf]

[He stumbles at the feeling, and then he's running into the bakery. Bad. Everything about this is bad.]

Douman?

What happened?