[The thing about omens is that they're not really animals, no matter how they might look. When Jun gets the text he tries to get up, only to get a rare glare from his omen. The golden retriever trots down the hall and jumps, nudging the lock open and barking at Mob happily.]
I think he got the door.
[When Mob enters he'll find a mostly-fixed house. Some of the repairs have been on hold since Manabu's been in the goo pod. But Jun's omen trots back towards Jun's room at the end of the hall. There's four other doors, but they're closed.]
Mob?
[He looks... okay, for the most part. Most of the bruising is on the back of his head. He has some water on the side table next to him and a bunch of books on the desk. Another book is on his lap, which he puts to the side as his friend enters the room.]
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I think he got the door.
[When Mob enters he'll find a mostly-fixed house. Some of the repairs have been on hold since Manabu's been in the goo pod. But Jun's omen trots back towards Jun's room at the end of the hall. There's four other doors, but they're closed.]
Mob?
[He looks... okay, for the most part. Most of the bruising is on the back of his head. He has some water on the side table next to him and a bunch of books on the desk. Another book is on his lap, which he puts to the side as his friend enters the room.]
Hey.