[ After she ran she didn’t go to her room. No she went to Claudine’s and tried to see if there was anything there she needed to know about. Any final notes or things of hers she should take care of. She finds the letters and... god she really thought she was all cried out for the day but NOPE. So she takes all of them with her, including her own.
...Something makes her stop by Angus’ room too. Which thank god for that bc she sees her beloved frog frame and cast photo RIGHT THERE and welp she’s not leaving it here with that fucker’s shit.
She’s pretty sure that people will eventually congregate in the dining hall even without looking at the note from Christine, so she heads there... and leaves Claudine’s letters on the table. ]
Clau-chan left one of these for everyone—- and I do mean everyone.
[ With that done she’s left again, not even bothering to eat. She still has her letter and her picture and she’s just... found her way back to the dance studio where she found Claudine’s body. All nice and clean now, like she was never even there.
She crumples in a heap in the corner, face turned to the wall much like Claudine was earlier, clutching the letter and picture to her chest as she keeps sobbing, quieter than before. ]
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...Something makes her stop by Angus’ room too. Which thank god for that bc she sees her beloved frog frame and cast photo RIGHT THERE and welp she’s not leaving it here with that fucker’s shit.
She’s pretty sure that people will eventually congregate in the dining hall even without looking at the note from Christine, so she heads there... and leaves Claudine’s letters on the table. ]
Clau-chan left one of these for everyone—- and I do mean everyone.
[ With that done she’s left again, not even bothering to eat. She still has her letter and her picture and she’s just... found her way back to the dance studio where she found Claudine’s body. All nice and clean now, like she was never even there.
She crumples in a heap in the corner, face turned to the wall much like Claudine was earlier, clutching the letter and picture to her chest as she keeps sobbing, quieter than before. ]