[such a piece of work, this stupid AI. and he's a pretty stupid human, falling for what amounts to a virus.

kaiba takes the key and pushes his way inside with minimal fuss. he deposits her on the bed and follows suit, flopping onto the sheets to catch his breath. there's nothing they can do about any bloodstains; she's only partially patched up and he was still bleeding, soaking through his clothes. but he figures monika might forgive him that much.

he sucks in some air, shuts his eyes and tries to get the world to stop spinning.]

Next time, we'll stick to your room. Or mine.

[and there obviously will be a next time. he's resigned himself to that.]

Could you get the water running? I'll be right there, just... give me a minute.