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No.

[ her answer comes quickly enough, but it's a quiet, noncommittal tone. her eyes shift back to the lumps of people still huddled around together, lingering a little on iwaizumi in the far corner.

there is no "going back to sleep" if she'd never actually slept at all. ]

I'll probably stop by the cafeteria or vending machine... See if there's anything to eat.

I'll go with you then.

[He'd have gone with her back into trying to sleep too - she's stuck with him now. Following that look her eyes gave to the rest of the group, ending up with a kinder smile himself, Oikawa fishes his phone out of his pocket to hand to her to hold onto for him.]

Wait for me, Dal Dal-chan, it'll be like a midnight snack date! [Teasing softly, he shifts the items in his arms and starts off to the bathrooms, disappearing behind the door as quickly as he moved.]

[ she gives him a confused look when he hands her his phone. obviously he can't have it in the shower with him, but she assumed he would have set it aside, just like she had. she's not really sure what to make of such blatant trust in her...

well obviously you abuse it, don't you?

quietly, she gives into her curiosity and boredom, slowly looking through his phone... ]

[When he returns after only ten minutes, he is shaking out his shirt and walking with still fairly damp hair, but overall he looks like he has more of a spring to his step - showers do wonders for waking people up a bit more than slouching around feeling grimy ever will. Oikawa takes a minute to slip back into the storage room and trade out his shirts - more like steal one of Iwaizumi's because his are dirty, and come back out while buttoning it partway.

It shows too well that it isn't his shirt, with how it hangs a bit short on his torso, but the arms have plenty of room.]

Ready to go? [Winking while slicking his hair back with his fingers, he shakes his hand a little dry while holding out his hand to take his phone back.]

[ there is a tiny twist at the corner of her mouth when she hands the phone back to him, having stumbled upon a rather... peculiar series of texts. she arches a bit of a brow at the sight of that shirt, too, and... well.

please be gayer, oikawa. you're not reaching optimum levels of gay just yet. ]

Yep. After you.

[Look, he hasn't had his gay crisis yet, he has no idea how all of this looks outside of being really funny. Giving a cheeky laugh at the way her eyebrow rises at him, Oikawa just shakes his arms briefly before rolling the sleeves up - they had crumples from Iwaizumi doing that all the time anyway.]

I'm just borrowing it, what's that look for, Dal Dal-chan?

[Leading the way out of the gym with his attention going out and sweeping back and forth along the hallway, he moves far slower than he did while just crossing the gym; his steps are tentative and quietly placed, like he's listening for anything that could creep up on them.]

Nothing, just thought of something funny~

[ she follows along behind him, keeping close to his side. she understands his wariness with regards to the hallways, especially since the lights are still out, and the sun hasn't really risen yet.

she pats his shoulder a little. ]

You have two sets of eyes now. Don't worry so much.

I know, I know~

[His laugh is quiet and small, even as his right hand dips back to slip down and catch her hand - he is the kind of person to hold hands with anyone at this point. The walk there remains quiet and uneventful though, at least until Oikawa is hesitating about opening the cafeteria doors. Looking back, almost to make sure they aren't being followed, there's a movement that catches his attention and he freezes in place to stare it down.

The darkness is just playing tricks on him, it's just playing tricks, he sees nothing, he absolutely doesn't see two eyes staring back at him from the far end of the hall near the gym.]

[ dal dal watches him as he hesitates, freezing the moment she sees that look on his face. immediately, she knows that something is not right. that isn't the face of someone who is being overly cautious — that's the face of someone who's seen something, and something unpleasant, at that.

her heart seizes up, traitorous mind dragging her back to the small room of the teacher's lounge. dark eyes, a low growl, a body that grew and consumed everything in its path, blood everywhere—

she squeezes his hand. hard. refusing to follow his line of sight, she merely steps towards the cafeteria doors, shoving one open. ]

Just keep going. Don't stop—

[ she doesn't want to know, she doesn't want to <>know. ]

Edited 2015-08-13 13:44 (UTC)

[What makes his heart sink into his stomach the most is that he knows it's there in the hallway outside the gym. Outside the gym, where everyone else is. Should he call them, should he wake them from much needed rest, should he go try to distract it away? While Dal Dal's grip grounds him, Oikawa remains frozen in place as he tries to decide too many things at once.

Then whatever he sees is moving, those eyes turning away as it disappears around a corner and he shakes where he stands for only a few more moments, before briskly taking the steps into the cafeteria after her while still staring back behind them.]

I. Should call someone. Or would the noise attract it to them. [His voice is quiet, so so quiet he may as well be whispering.]

[ dal dal doesn't really hear him at first. she'd slipped into the cafeteria, pressed her back to the wall and just. tried to focus on breathing. hard to do, with her hand pressed so tight against her mouth, but she somehow manages.

too easy it becomes for her to recall that night in the teacher's office, and too easy does she remember the fear that had practically crippled her. it's freezing her now, making her nearly immobile save for the way her shoulders and hand shakes, and maybe if she'd had some more sleep, she would have been better prepared to fight them off. ]

J-Just text if you're worried about the sound, [ she finally gets out, slowly sliding down to sit on the floor. ]

[Vaguely nodding, struggling with himself to get air in his lungs, he follows her to sitting on the floor with one hand staying on hers and the other fishing in his pocket as quietly as he can. Flipping it open, texting the only number he already has memorized a simple dont leave the storage room, Oikawa stuffs his phone away again then with both hands coming to hold the one Dal Dal has on him.

They'll get themselves together, get what they came for, and go back. Things will be fine.]

( plurk is being iffy with notifs rn but do you think this might be a good place to end? :O )