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Cruffins (x)
Vil looking high and low for his tsumalike, absolutely mere hairswidths away from losing it in anxiousness, he will NOT be seen as the irresponsible student who lost a tsum. His last ditch effort is to ask you.
But you don't answer your messages, or the door, which has been left unlocked. So he heads inside, hoping to catch to at a good time, and not possibly at a moment where you'll refuse his rare ask for assistance. The house is quiet, each room silent. But there's something out of place.
His makeup.
It's littered in a trail on the floor. He huffs. The tsum was here. Perhaps even still is here.
He doesn't mean to intrude, truly, but...his smallest makeup bag...is right outside your door.
He knocks, and there's no answer, so he slowly pushes it open.
You're in bed, asleep, and beside your head, curled up on your pillow, rests his tsum. There's various skincare products strewn about on top of your covers. The tsum must've been rifling through the makeup bag on his way upstairs, that would explain the trail of products in your home.
Your skin looks lightly moisturized, not too much, not too little. The tsum knows what it's doing, but he wonders why it thought to do it at all. Vil's nose scrunches slightly. Your mouth is open, and your breathing rather quickly. That's not good for your throat...or your sinuses.
He removes a glove and feels your forehead. You're a tad warm, but he doesn't think you'd appreciate him untucking you from your covers or any such physical remedy, so he takes his leave, gathering his borrowed belongings on the way out. He then sends you a short message.
"Send that tsum my way when you get the chance. Try to stay hydrated, take a relaxing bath if it suits you, though I suggest doing so either way"
It could be a fever, you could just be too warm in the dorm, he has no way of knowing. He couldn't possibly know that he'd just walked in on the aftermath of his tsums private endeavors in your sheets while you slept soundly~