[They're pretty sympathetic, all in all, especially when they put together who she is. Kaze's room is closer to Genma than to Ranma. They mention they'll probably move her closer eventually...]
[It might be pretty apparent why Ranma directed Fuu this way as soon as Fuu unlocks the door.
There's a number of flowers, cards, and personal mementos sitting in front of Kaze's desk. Some things look aged and wilted, but there's newer items too. Like people have been replacing the flowers wherever they could.
[ She has to cover her mouth to stop her tears from turning to sobs. She manages to shut the door quietly before really breaking down.
She’ll read what she can, so long as it doesn’t seem too very personal. Trying to get a sense of her father outside their home.
When she’s done there, she reads through his journals.
She ends up falling asleep, leaning against his desk, wrapped in a cape that had been hanging from his chair, clutching one of the journals like it’s a lifeline. ]
[There's a lot of personal stories here. Ways Kaze stood up for people or distracted people. Some stories about how much Lady Ranma clearly liked him. There's even one from a cook talking about how he's excited to cook for Kaze's daughter. He hopes Fuu's tastes haven't changed since Kaze last described Fuu's favorite food.
[Honestly, not a lot of people even know Fuu's here yet. The daily routine persists without much interruption. Someone might come replace the flowers eventually, but that's an afternoon chore.]
[Ranma doesn't really sleep as much as eventually pass out after staring at the ceiling for hours.
Whenever she wakes up, she continues staring at the ceiling for more hours. She spends all of that time thinking about Fuu. And the sword cutting Fuu. And how mad Kaze would be at her for cutting Fuu.
So, she's noticed. But she's too cowardly to do anything, in her own opinion.]
[ She’s starving eventually, later in the afternoon. She doesn’t know where her things were taken. She’s scared to ask anyone to help, afraid they’ll be disappointed that she’s not as smart or quick s as Kaze was.
So when she knocks at Ranma’s door, she’s still wearing her bloodied blouse, just… covered with one of Kaze’s shorter capes, which hit him just above the knees. It falls to her own ankles. She just doesn’t want Ranma freaked out by the blood. ]
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...What do you want?
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...You should check your pop's old office. One of the others could probably show you there.
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...There's flowers in the garden. If you wanna... take some.
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Never mind. Its whatever.
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I’m sorry. Please rest well, my lady.
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[Its the last thing she can muster, covering her head in blankets.]
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There's a number of flowers, cards, and personal mementos sitting in front of Kaze's desk. Some things look aged and wilted, but there's newer items too. Like people have been replacing the flowers wherever they could.
People have been doing this for a bit.]
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She’ll read what she can, so long as it doesn’t seem too very personal. Trying to get a sense of her father outside their home.
When she’s done there, she reads through his journals.
She ends up falling asleep, leaning against his desk, wrapped in a cape that had been hanging from his chair, clutching one of the journals like it’s a lifeline. ]
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People loved him.]
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She doesn’t yet have the discipline to wake when she should. Shes asleep there longer than she should be, into the mid morning. ]
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Fuu’s a little afraid Ranma hates her. She’s scared to seek her out. ]
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Whenever she wakes up, she continues staring at the ceiling for more hours. She spends all of that time thinking about Fuu. And the sword cutting Fuu. And how mad Kaze would be at her for cutting Fuu.
So, she's noticed. But she's too cowardly to do anything, in her own opinion.]
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So when she knocks at Ranma’s door, she’s still wearing her bloodied blouse, just… covered with one of Kaze’s shorter capes, which hit him just above the knees. It falls to her own ankles. She just doesn’t want Ranma freaked out by the blood. ]
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Come- [Oh that's bad, she hasn't had water in so long. She grimaces at how hoarse and strained it sounds.] ...come in.
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