[When Tsukikage first disappeared, Reira didn't seem all that worried. At first it was, he's just working extra hard lately and he must not have time to check his messages. Even after they learned that the Arachne hadn't been at any of his many businesses, she just sighed in disappointment. He'll be back in a month! she declared, said with such fervent certainty that it almost seemed plausible.
Because in Ryslig, for Reira, it's normal for people (for Tsukikage, especially) to disappear without warning only to reappear eventually, disoriented, with no real explanation for their missing time. It's just a part of her life, in the same way gets messages over the network in her brain and can't go outside during the daylight hours.]
[But Tsukikage doesn't come back. The days turn to weeks. The weeks become a month, then another month. Little by little, all of the things Tsukikage take care of fall to those who were left behind and Reira's belief slowly crumbles. Without anything to distract her, she's quiet and listless. She eats less. She waits, and waits, and waits. But he doesn't come back.
He's gone.]
[When Reira makes her post, intentional or not, the house is quiet. Yuzu, struggling with her own loss, retreated to her room hours ago. Trish has a shift at Nai'a and Bucciarati has gone to listen to her sing. And Giorno, restless and itchy with dissatisfaction over his new allergy to sunlight, flew out of the house hours ago, as soon as the sun went down, busy, busy, busy with all the work Tsukikage left behind in the city and his own projects. Fugo's busy with some of that work too, reviewing the finances of the businesses in the past few months to make sure they're all in order, but at least he doesn't have physically be there to get that done.
But he's not so busy that he doesn't see what she wrote. Her quiet admission, broadcasted to the rest of the Monsters, that the person she was waiting for wasn't coming home. Fugo doesn't know what to say. But, at the same time, Fugo finds that it doesn't sit right with him to do nothing.]
[A few hours after Reira makes her post, someone knocks on Reira's bedroom door. That someone is quickly identified as Fugo, when he speaks to her through the closed door.]
Reira? It's Fugo. [He pauses. Outside of the door, he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.] I made some food, if you would like to eat something.
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Because in Ryslig, for Reira, it's normal for people (for Tsukikage, especially) to disappear without warning only to reappear eventually, disoriented, with no real explanation for their missing time. It's just a part of her life, in the same way gets messages over the network in her brain and can't go outside during the daylight hours.]
[But Tsukikage doesn't come back. The days turn to weeks. The weeks become a month, then another month. Little by little, all of the things Tsukikage take care of fall to those who were left behind and Reira's belief slowly crumbles. Without anything to distract her, she's quiet and listless. She eats less. She waits, and waits, and waits. But he doesn't come back.
He's gone.]
[When Reira makes her post, intentional or not, the house is quiet. Yuzu, struggling with her own loss, retreated to her room hours ago. Trish has a shift at Nai'a and Bucciarati has gone to listen to her sing. And Giorno, restless and itchy with dissatisfaction over his new allergy to sunlight, flew out of the house hours ago, as soon as the sun went down, busy, busy, busy with all the work Tsukikage left behind in the city and his own projects. Fugo's busy with some of that work too, reviewing the finances of the businesses in the past few months to make sure they're all in order, but at least he doesn't have physically be there to get that done.
But he's not so busy that he doesn't see what she wrote. Her quiet admission, broadcasted to the rest of the Monsters, that the person she was waiting for wasn't coming home. Fugo doesn't know what to say. But, at the same time, Fugo finds that it doesn't sit right with him to do nothing.]
[A few hours after Reira makes her post, someone knocks on Reira's bedroom door. That someone is quickly identified as Fugo, when he speaks to her through the closed door.]
Reira? It's Fugo. [He pauses. Outside of the door, he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.] I made some food, if you would like to eat something.