impacter | TP - AINOSUKE

[ One thing that is practical about their ever-busy shadowy companions is that listening to the gossiping of the extras makes it exceptionally easy to find somebody's whereabouts if you really want to. It's been about around two hours since their little exchange on the network when Ainosuke comes to seek out Solomon in the dizzying spirals of the library. He is dressed down compared to the way he carried himself the last few days - suit jacket foregone in favor of just his vest, upper button of his dress shirt undone.

He leans against the shelf Solomon is currently browsing, the perfect picture of composure. His smile is a little wider than the practiced usual one, his canines showing. ]

Hmm, your gaze is a little too sharp to be likened to doves. But your hair... like a gentle fluttering of feathers. Will you forgive the departure from script, Solomon?

[Solomon vanishes from the trial room as soon as he's sure that everyone is able and willing to get moving, and he stays conspicuously absent for the rest of the night. Even when the hours grow late and people start coming in for bed, Solomon does not appear.

It's close to 2 in the morning, perhaps 3, that the box bed door finally opens to a face that's ragged with pain and exhaustion, eyes locking onto Ainosuke and exhaustion only growing heavier. Ah... right. Right, Ainosuke slept near this edge. Damn it all.

If Ainosuke is awake, Solomon will weakly raise a finger to his lips, before simply letting the door close, his footsteps turning back around to go back down the stairs as his jacket is weakly thrown back over his shoulders. He's too tired to make this a scene right now. He'll sleep in the sitting room. Just for a little while.]

Week 1, Monday

WEEK ONE - SATURDAY POST TRIAL