Hot Cocoa is Good for the Soul | Hideo | Closed for Felix
Although the latest trial had left Hideo even more shaken than the ones before it, he doesn't feel right staying curled up on his bed. For one thing it just makes him feel even more exhausted, and at the moment sleeping has become The Enemy since there's nothing to mitigate his night terrors. He honestly isn't sure what to do, but he feels like he should do something. So he heads down towards the kitchens, pausing for a few minutes in the lobby to take advantage of the distraction of Monoki's apparent moving. However he doesn't want to risk actually running into the strange girl- all of the Mono's frighten him- so he soon moves on.
Going to the kitchen was a mistake. As soon as he walks in, all he can think about is what happened in here... it's all been cleaned up already, of course. You couldn't tell what had taken place just by looking around, but the memory was still so fresh and sharp that Vi's body may as well still be laying there.
Taking deep breaths and moving to hold onto the counter to steady himself, Hideo tries to remember why he'd come here at all. Food...? No, his appetite had been ruined even before he'd stepped in and his stomach started roiling from the thought of the gruesome murder. Something to settle it, maybe... tea, or hot chocolate? Yes, that had been it. Forcing himself to focus, Hideo opens cupboards until he finds what he needs, and prepares a cup of hot cocoa... and then a second one, when an idea strikes him.
Carefully lifting both mugs, Hideo leaves the kitchen again, the irrational relief of being out of that place is almost staggering. He heads back up the stairs to the floor with the dorm rooms, and pauses for a moment. Pulling himself together, Hideo heads for Room 9. Ever since the first trial, he'd thought that Felix probably needed... well, he probably shouldn't be alone, anyway. And he hadn't seemed to get on well with Alistair. Hideo was a little scared of the mathematician, but he was determined not to let that stop him from helping, if he could. With one last deep breath, Hideo shifts the mugs in his hands and knocks firmly on the door.
