012's Dorm

Seven Stones: Knock knock.

"...Gust? Are you there?"

Seven Stones: ...No response.

"...Gust?"

Gust: . . .

Suddenly, the door opens.

Gust: And out bursts a panting, rapidly racing Gust, who almost knocks Seven Stones over as she begins spinning circles around him. Then she dashes down the hall- turn, and dash back down again.

"So much energy! So much energy! Weeeeeeeee~!"

Seven Stones: "W-Woahh--!"

To be honest, he didn't think a simple nap would help this much...but it seems like after some rest, Gust is right back to her usual self...and also getting the zoomies, from the looks of it.

Gust: She has not stopped moving around, racing back and forth-- until she crashed into Seven Stones, gently pushing him to the floor before licking his face with a giant forked tongue.

"S-Sorry! But Gust-- Gust has so much energy! Gust feels great! Gust love sleeping!"

Seven Stones: "Aaaaugh- Okay, okay-..."

Gently, and with a slight giggle escaping his throat, he pushes the excited nyric off of him. "Good...good to see you got your energy back. Feeling better?"

Gust: Although still breathing rapidly from all the energy, she is able to sit down and speak. "Gust feeling much better!"

...But after a moment, her ears tilt down. She whines. "But...still feel guilty about how Gust acted."

Seven Stones: "Hooh...sure it'll be fine, Gust. You just keep helping people, and getting a good night's sleep, alright? We'll eventually get over ourselves..."

Gust: "Is...Is Stoney sure? Gust did very, very bad things..."

Seven Stones: (...Stoney? Hah...)

"...Yeah, I'm sure of it. We've all done some fucked up shit, right? We're not suited to judge stuff like that."

Gust: "Oh...Okay! Gust will believe you!"

She brushes up against him with a purr.

"Gust heard about a party, right? Can Gust go to party!?"

Seven Stones: "Probably need to go ask Tarnish about that, hah..."

Gust: "Okay!! Gust will!!"

And off she goes, sprinting in a flash.

Seven Stones: "...Heh," He mumbles under his breath. "What a cute critter..."

...Cough. Hhhack.

Oh, there goes his damn throat again...

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