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[fishpanties]

K-Kaito? [ Softly, at first, and shaken. She touched the still-wet blood staining her front, touched the ragged tear in her shirt that marked the entry point of the bullet—pressed her hand over her ribs, over her heart, feeling the rise and fall and the steady, rhythmic beating…

And then she threw herself out of the bedroom she'd found herself in. The hallway was deserted; she broke into a run. ]

KAITO! ANSWER ME!

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[fishpanties]

Alright, let's go. Kaito? Come on… [ Shifts slowly, and carefully, trying to stand up without fully disengaging from him. ]

[noirneath]

[He keeps a watchful eye on the younger two as he pushes Nakamori forward toward the nearest door. Already he's picturing the coziest, most comfortable room he can-- something with the appropriate first aid and food items (and a change of clothing, of course).]

[azurebeneath]

[and a bathroom. Nakamori is firmly envisioning a bathroom. One with clean, brightly-lit surfaces, and plenty of hot water and cleaning implements.

As a result, the room that's revealed when the door is opened is warm, spacious, plush, and comfortable (if rather Victorian in taste), with another door leading off to one side for the desired bathroom. There are two large beds with outfits neatly folded atop the covers, a settee, chairs and a dining table laden with hearty food, another side table with medicine and bandages... not to mention brightly-lit sconces on the walls, thick velvet curtains, and (best of all) a large window offering a view of the star-studded, dark blue night outside the Mansion.

Perhaps it's being so near to a inviting chance to rest, or perhaps it's simply how long she's been on her feet, but Nakamori suddenly finds herself sagging a little against Kuroba, fighting against exhaustion]

It's lovely... [of course, that doesn't stop her from teasing] I see you have some taste after all.