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[Event] It couldn't last forever.

[The lights going out had certainly surprised Henry, but he had been prepared for such a thing. He didn't fully understand the "electricity" that this place seemed to have, and thus, lacking that understanding, he had decided to prepare in case it disappeared.

Just like it had now.

Candles in that old-style holder and lit, Henry at least had some visibility despite the pressing darkness. Making sure to store away the others (at least after making sure Eleanor and Jack had ones themselves) he's started off into the Campus, looking for anyone lost in this darkness to help them find their way back to their dorms, or wherever else it was they wanted to go.]

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[It was Ryou who stirred first, confused for a moment as to where he was. It was dark enough that he couldn't see still, only realizing the fact that he wasn't alone by the feel of warm leather against him.

Who was that? ...ah. That was right! He'd fallen asleep against Henry. Had Henry really stayed the entire time he slept? How kind! But something felt wrong. There was another person there with them. As he sat up a little, he dislodged the warm hand resting against his head, and the other person stirred and awoke. He could hear a low grumble as the other person sat up, inadvertently dislodging Henry.

...who?]

Mn...

[The movement that knocked his hand was enough to awaken him from the pleasant sleep he was in. Without thinking, he started to get up, only to find himself suddenly restrained by the presence of a certain king of england...

...draping himself over his lap in his sleep. How possessive! It was probably unintentional, but it still seemed like a blatant attempt to prevent him leaving. He carelessly rested a hand on the back of Henry's head, not bothering to move him aside.]

[On his end, the sudden movement didn't get much of a reaction from Henry, except for sliding over with a mumble to lay on Jack's lap. The king is perhaps in one of the deeper sleeps he's ever had... especially if the movement of two different people so close to him couldn't even half-wake him.

He gives something akin to a grunted snore, shifting a little to try to be more comfortable by throwing his legs over the other side of the couch and turning over onto his back.

What this ends up doing is pinning Ryou underneath said legs... and setting his head right in Jack's lap.]

Ah-!

[Ryou blinks in surprise at the unexpected pinning. He doesn't want to push Henry off, so he just sits there. This is unusual.

...well, it's not painful, since his own legs are only injured below the knee, so he doesn't protest it.]

[Jack, on the other hand, just freezes in place, mentally thanking Henry for lying on his back. It would be even more awkward if he'd been lying on his side or his stomach when he did that. Way, way too awkward.

Henry, your head is in my lap, he wants to say, but that would mean waking him up. Please get off of me, he wants to say, but again, that would wake him up. He would just pick him up, but...

As long as Henry doesn't try turning over again, he isn't going to react.

Much.]

[Henry seems fairly comfortable where he is now, which means the shifting stops and the noise of the king's soft snoring lifts up again.

...Well. You two might be here for a while.]

...

[Welp. Nothing to do but strike up a conversation with this other person.]

...Hi.

[Translation: Who are you?

And so it begins.]

[To be honest, this was definitely one of the better sleeps that Henry has gotten even here. It's actually taking him a bit to fully wake up, a luxury he hasn't really had before. His body is a little stiff for some reason, but he feels refreshed and content.

And so, he yawns loudly as he shifts a little, frowning at the odd feel. What kind of pillow was he laying on...?]

...just have to remember to take precautions. And don't let anyone cut your hair whom you don't trust implicitly.

[The low murmur of voices above him probably sounds confusing at first. The candles haven't even been re-lit, since it'd be hard to do that without dislodging Henry. At least they're familiar.

Still, at the shift, Jack's voice falters slightly. Don't move against his lap, Henry! That's uncomfortable.]

Ah. It appears his highness has awoken at last.

I see! I think I understand a bit better now.

[Hm? Why did Jack's voice pause like that? Then he hears the yawn even as Jack speaks, and understands.]

Good morning, Hen- uhm. Your Majesty! I think it's morning anyway.

Nnn?

[It takes a moment, but the memory of the night before comes back to Henry and he blinks, bracing himself on whatever he's laying on and trying to push himself to sitting in the space that he has.

...Leg. That's a leg -- Jack's, from the positioning of the voices. Then he was just laying on...

...Oh.

Henry is quick to swing his legs over and sit up, clearing his throat in what's clearly embarrassment.]

Sorry, Jack. Good morning to both of you.

[Don't brace yourself there, Henry.

He's glad Henry can't see his face right now. Because it's not exactly the most mature thing to be beet red with embarassment.]

Good morning.

[His voice is a little embarassed.]

[Henry is no less red, coughing a bit more and adjusting the clasp of his cape. At least it IS in this darkness... so it can easily be pretended it never happened.]

Have you two been up long?

A few hours. We've been getting to know one another.

[Ryou has no idea about any of this. There's a rustling sound as he presses something into Henry's hands.]

Here. We were eating these for breakfast, but we saved you some.

Forgive me. I must have kept you from moving.

[Hm? Henry carefully runs his hands along... whatever he was just handed, trying to figure out what he was just handed.]

What is it?

[...Smells sugary. He already approves.]

It is apparently something called a 'profiterole'. A large amount of sugared pastry, filled with cream - and caramel, in this case.

They were carefully wrapped, from what I could tell, so they're still edible.

[Jack's voice is calm. He's tried them to make sure they're safe (and also because he was hungry). They're good for a treat, though he still prefers a more meaty breakfast.]

That's right! We can set up a campfire outside or something if you prefer a more substantial breakfast, but I only had what I had in my pockets, so...

I think that would probably be best, yes. If just to get a brief respite from this damnable darkness. At this point, even my Spellcasters are getting tired of this place.

[Henry takes a bite into the sweet... and then promptly devours it, the only hint of its swift demise being the crumpling of paper that comes far too soon.]

...I might have to look into hoarding these later.

[Stretching, relieved to get off the couch, Ryou barely stifles a giggle at that.]

They go really well with ice cream or fruit. You can find bulk packs of them pretty easily here too!

Hm... Where...?

[He knows he felt that weight in his pocket earlier. Aha! Just going to click on the lighter so they can at least have a minor light in the area. Where did he even get this thing?]

[Henry jumps a bit at the light, but once he realizes where it's coming from he just fetches the candle, holding it over to the lighter.

If you please?]

[There they were! The candle was lit again in an instant, and he simply closed the lighter once it was done.]

Much better. No offense to you, Jack, but I'm getting tired of this darkness already.

[He stands at that, rolling his shoulder a bit to pop it.]

Let's grab what we need and make haste outside.

[There's a heavy tone of PLEASE in his voice.]

None taken. It bothers me too.

[This wasn't his type of darkness. Not really. It was oppressive and unnatural, and he couldn't command it. What a pain... Quickly redressing in his armor and reaffixing his sword, he heads to the door and unlocks it.]

Un... I want to see the sky right now. Let's hurry.

[Grabbing his sweater, he folds it over one arm as he neatly gets rid of the profiterole wrappers. Even if it's unused, he won't leave this place messy.]

[A quick raid and march later, the three are outside, Henry taking a deep breath of the "night" air. His spellcasters feel a lot calmer out here as well, the stirs in his souls quieting as he rests a hand on his own sword.]

...I wonder if it's truly been days since the sun has risen.

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