Hershel stared a moment, not really expecting that. Charades again, was it? Hm. "Did he hurt your throat somehow?"

And he sighed, rubbing his temple. Zero was the worst. "Here, follow me, I have a plan." He said before moving to find the stupid Calhoun ask box and it's paper for 'suggestions.' He grabbed some, rifling through his bag a moment before pulling out his book, so Heiji would have something to put the paper on to write against, and one of the pencils from Bluebell's room. He held them out to Heiji.

"Here, I don't know how long that pencil will last but at least it's something, right?" Heiji not being able to talk seemed... wrong somehow. Where were the words words words? How would they properly gossip??