With them is a girl in a full bubble dress with strawberries all over it. One of them is two girls in sleeveless babydoll dresses. There are two groups of people talking to each other. We all exit the trashed room and head downstairs to the ballroom. “Fiiine.” Scara says, a wide grin on his face. There’s a knock on the door, “Odile, Scaramouche, the idols you guys asked for are here, get out here.” The man says, I recognize him by voice as Father. “Who said you could touch me?!” I hiss, Odile takes her arms off me quickly. I sigh, “it's my comfort blanket, I prefer to cover my body after a Dottore encounter.” “So, why’s your body covered?” Scara asks. “Th-there’s nothing you can do…” I sob, wiping my tears. “My dear, I’m so sorry about that.” Odile comforts, glaring at Scara. “You can drop the act.” I sob, hiding my face in my blanket. “Pfft, loser.” Scara huffs, voice wavering. “He didn’t just try this time…” I say, tears returning to my puffy eyes. “Oh no, again?!” Odile exclaims, worry laces her voice. “Well, I was sobbing in my covers, I’ve wrapped myself in a blanket that covers everything except my head, what do you think happened?” I huff. “Oh, heavens! What happened this time?!” Odile asks, closing the door and sitting on the other side of me. “I was trying to make sure Dottore didn’t hear me…” I sigh sadly, walking through the messy room and sitting beside Scara, wrapped in my blanket. “Ugh, took you long enough!” Scara huffs from inside, crossing his arms and sitting criss-cross on the floor. “Coming, dear!” Odile says, from inside, she opens the door, her hair is up in the usual rose buns and she’s wearing a dress that she made with Father. I use the special knock, to the tune of Daydream Warrior, an Aqours song he likes. I try to walk quietly to the purple door. I grab my comfort blanket, a navy blanket decorated with waves that Father got me for christmas. I laugh a bit, it’s always funny when Scara checks on me. Takara, Odile told me that you were crying so there's gonna be one of our vent meetings in a few minutes, when your tears have calmed come to my room. I grab the piece of paper and read the yellow ink. I roll my eyes and get up to check it, my tears have calmed down but my cheeks are still wet. A few minutes later there’s a knock on my door, I peek from the blue blanket and there's a small purple piece of paper. I lock my door and sit on my bed, hiding in the covers.
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