@ulfskeptr : Alhaitham is staring from his seat in the party car. Well, hopefully he's not dead, that's none of his business.
Stares over at him. This is going in his book of grudges later.

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@ulfskeptr : Alhaitham is staring from his seat in the party car. Well, hopefully he's not dead, that's none of his business.
Stares over at him. This is going in his book of grudges later.
@ulfskeptr replied to your post “"WHO the fuck is Ashveil and why he is trying to...”:
"Who the fuck's a March 7th, huh?"
"HEY!!! THATS ME! YOU OLD PRICK!"
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March 7th felt warm all over when she heard her companion. So she's like a sister to him... Wow. That's unexpected. March 7th herself doesn't know much about her family either. In fact, she knows nothing, which is why she has become so attached to everyone on this train. She treats them like family, a family that will survive anything.
“At least your future is better. And you're not so lonely anymore. You have me, you have the whole Express. You're incredibly important to me. To us”
The girl smiled warmly at him, grabbed the camera in her hands, and immediately took a picture of him. *click* She loves taking surprise photos.
“Don't worry, you know a lot about my worries and sorrows. Which is funny, because sometimes I think that I burden you too much.”
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It was probably the first time she had ever stared at him like that in the middle of the night. It was as if she wanted to remember something specific. Or maybe she was just worried about her guardian. She rarely saw him in bed. Or so she thought. The little girl didn't think he would be able to wake up. It surprised her immensely, but she didn't let it show. Was she too loud? Or maybe he was having a bad dream?
“Hmm...”
She muttered quietly, getting off the chair and approaching the bed where Baizhu was sleeping. For now, she focused on his question. A difficult question.
“Qiqi doesn't know if she feels well. But that's not important right now. Qiqi wants to make you some tea. May I?”
She managed to recall the times when he used to bring her tea in bed. Maybe he would enjoy it too?