( he's seen sara in 1-c from time to time, and he's pretty sure that's her classroom, and she's been on his mind for awhile now. ever since the family meeting, but he'll find out why in another thread later as to why he can't remove her from his thoughts, instead... he has something else that's been nagging at him. )
Chidouin-san, are you here?
( he raps his knuckles against the door of the classroom, peeking inside as he pushes it open to enter without being given the a-okay. )
[ It's a bit later in the afternoon, but even still Sara is asleep at one of the desks towards the back. Back home, she'd been in the habit of sleeping at her desk after school because of that stalker that always seemed to hang around her house, and now her sleep has become so unsettled and restless its hard to get through the night alone.
Sidney vanished a few nights ago, she'd been looking for him. Clamor never sticks around at night anymore anyway, so its been a bit...lonely in 1-C not that she'd admit it. Everything in this school worries her sick. Even in her sleep she can't manage to look peaceful.
Unless Komeada slams the door on his way in, she doesn't wake up when he enters.
( he doesn't slam the door, what do you take him for? a heathen? he's not like sara, so he looks around the room in search for her until he notices... how she's laying. part of him wonders if she's dead, if someone's slit her throat, and allowed her to "rest" one last time, but she doesn't appear to be peaceful... so poisoned wasn't used. there doesn't seem to be any sort of scuffle, or confrontation if he looks at the floor for any shoe marks.
he believes that she really is sleeping, and it must be difficult to do so when left in a school with some people she can trust, and others she cant. )
...
( he finds a seat beside her, sitting down gently as to not make a noise, and he looks towards her. she tries to shoot him not too long ago, and she can finally get her chance if she wakes up, but he doesn't bother her yet. well, until he pulls out his megaphone hacking gun...
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turning a dial... his lips against the receiver ... )
[ When will he be normal. Yeah so get this Sara wakes up? She practically shoots up fast enough to bang her head against the megaphone.
Imagine finally getting an hour of sleep to take a nap and...Komeada. It's like waking up with a really annoying lion or something in her room. It takes an impressive amount of self control to not just punch him and start yelling incoherently, she even gets half a hand back before she lowers it. ]
What on earth was that for? What are you doing in my homeroom? [ Why are you in her homeroom. ]
( he pauses, lowering his megaphone hacking gun down onto the desk as he looks at sara — she wasn't drooling was she, because komaeda will point that out if so. aside from that, he crosses his arms, eyes faced toward to stare at the writing board before them. he imagines a teacher there, explaining the subjects of their class, and he finds himself uncomfortable in the spot he decided to be. he inhales slowly, swallowing down the saliva in his throat, he manages to forgo those thoughts for something else. )
Why are you the only one here, Chidouin-san?
( he taps his chin, he knows that everyone else in this room feels indifferent towards him, so they won't leave without a reason. perhaps... )
[So after going into the fourth floor alone and then everything just. Being one of the worse experiences of his life after that, Shin's going to be a little more cautious of the elevator. To be fair, he's kind of been avoiding it already (that blood trail coming out of it... we all know what the color theory says on that) but there's now vanishingly few places in the school he hasn't been at this point that aren't outright locked.
So of course, this time, he's bringing Sara. Among other things, she now can't punch him if they both end up going missing for a week. He's staring fixedly at the ominous red button like he once regarded an ominous red light above a door.]
O-on second thoughts... maybe we can do this later... [Shin this was your idea.]
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This was your idea. [ Sara says, inadvertently echoing Shin's own thought processes. She taps her arm with a sigh, and then reaches forward to first press the button and then immediately push to close the doors. Don't be a chicken, Sou, its not cool. ]
I've gone down here a few times, Sou. Nothing down here can actually hurt us. [ Probably. At least not yet, as far as Sara understands. Nene and Zero's bad ends had just been that...still reflections of their owners worlds. ]
It's just going something we'd consider a bad scenario. The world ending, our friends dying. Something like that. I haven't seen...what mine would be. [ She runs her hand through her hair, leaning against the elevator. Would it be winning, or dying? She's not enthusiastic to find out. Maybe she's be lucky, and it would be Sou's...would she feature in that? Would Midori. Maybe she should hope its just her own nightmare, Sou's might be worse. ]
But this is something weird, so I really do agree we should investigate it!
[WELP. IT'S OUT OF HIS HANDS NOW. IF THINGS GO WRONG, IT'S HER FAULT. There's a clunk and then a jolt as the elevator starts to freefall and honestly he's clinging to that statement that people have survived this before because this feels way too fast right now, one hand on his beanie and the other going to brace on the wall like that would actually help.
After a solid minute of it it's like... if they were going to splat they probably would have. Normal elevator shafts... probably don't do this. Weird Yogen Stuff it is.]
...I'll defer to your expertise, then.
[A bad scenario... his own mind serves them up to him free of charge on the regular, so which one would it be? Him being murdered would probably feature... can't narrow it down much more than that...]
Ahaha, since we're from the same place, do you think...? Well, I guess we'll see once we get there...
[She hasn't seen hers, yet she's been down here before, so... always someone else's makes sense. It could be just a coin toss between them.]
Lets just agree whatever we see...its not reality, okay? My worst fears, or yours. We can be better then that.
[ Its a nice line right? She says it calmly, with the steadfast tone that she'd found herself perfecting over the course of the game. But it feels dirty to say. She already made Shin's worst fear come true, but if she's here that can't possibly be a bad ending if she's standing here, right?
It's such a cruel explanation for why she decided to come, that she instantly dismisses it. He didn't want to be alone. He asked. Sara is just here to push a few buttons and poke around for clues about the school. Maybe shoot Midori, if he shows up.
The elevator stops short with a rumble. Sara starts up from her position on the wall, but the doors are already opening with a slight sound, standing open onto a familiar set of steps.
Its so viseral, seeing that hallway. Sara recognizes it in an instant to be the second floor. Even the smell...that cheap sent of paint and stale air instantly sets her on edge. It feels like she's there again suddenly, standing with Gin and Keiji instead of Sou. It's enough to take her breath away.
But no, a voice that sounds like Keiji's almost whispers. It's not just that. The smell...she knows it. Like the white room, where she hadn't noticed anything except her own unease until he'd pointed it out.
[The room's going to be even more insufferably hot when Sara walks in today, because guess what's been plugged in and chugging away at full power even before Shin arrived here.
He's doing his usual thing of sitting crosslegged on the top bunk, focus deep on the laptop in front of him and tik-tak-ing away on it... having projects to work on has given him an orientation point, but also why does code have to fight him. He doesn't even have google...
The other thing that may be notable is on his side of the dividing line, on the shelf with all his hard won gacha rocks that he doesn't like looking at for long because they remind him of his hubris and yet he refuses to toss, is a small, strangely familiar-looking lantern.]
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[ Sara walks in reading a book she took out from the library, shutting the door behind her as she looks up at Shin's Perch with a sigh. ]
I'm turning this down. [ It's like a suana in here. Help. She turns the dial down before Shin can get another word out. You're lucky she's not unplugging it, thats the respect she has for Shin. Standing again, however, something catches her eye.
There's a soft clatter as the book falls to the ground. Sara turns, eyes wide.]
[The discovered disadvantage to being all the way up here: he can't just walk over and turn it back up again. The hubris has once more come back to bite him. He lifts his head from the screen and opens his mouth, and then she drops the book and he reluctantly follows her gaze.]
That thing? ...Under my pillow, if you can believe it. [He knows Sara will get how unsettling that is, when they're the ones with the only keys as far as they know. Good thing he'd found it while shifting bedding around for a better position and not as he was going to sleep.] Gave me a headache... I wouldn't turn it on.
[He's not a fan, but it's clear he doesn't recognize it at all.]
[ Sara pulls it off the shelf, looking it over again. It is without mistake, the same lantern from the fourth and fifth floor. Of course Sou didn't recognize it. By all rights, this should be hers. It was in her pockets, last she'd remembered. ]
This is an item from Midori's floor. [ She says flatly. She's not namedropping the guy out of any attempt to manipulate Sou for once. It's relevant to know for what comes next. ] Our memories were altered before the game. You need a partner, but this can be used to awakened forgotten memories.
[ Quite a useful gadget. She doesn't get how it works, but everyone's memories had been pretty handy in taking Midori down. ]
Depending on who opens the door, they'll notice that the door won't budge as smoothly as it normally does, but once they're able to get out of their room; they'll find that a few items have spilled over. A shame, they'll have to figure out which belongs to who, but it seems that everything belongs to them given the stocking has both their names written on it!
sara chidouin: folded neatly together is a pair of cute dress pants with ribbons on them, a knitted sweater along with a white scarf for whenever her fated date night appears! not only that, she has about four cups styled after black cats, the handle being their long and curly tail, a few paw pad spoons so that she can mix her coffee in her new little ceramic cat mug for the early mornings!
sara chidouin's gifts are both set inside a medium tote bag, labelled with her name on it — two cat-eared hats, and a handful of colourful hair scrunchies.
[Sara's presents are a jar of persimmon jam and a dark blue thermos full of, you guessed it, warm homemade miso soup! They've been left on her bed, unwrapped and unlabelled unlike a similar purple thermos next to them, which has a post-it saying 'This one's for Narumi' on it.]
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( there's been something on komaeda's mind, and there's only so many hours until that fated time — there's a few people he wants to talk to first, and then things he has to get done. it's a busy day for komaeda, but it'll be busy and unsuccessful if he doesn't have people talking part. one of the people that comes to mind first would be shujinkou-chan, that nickname he gave her isn't just something easily thrown around, it's an important piece of history, someone who plays the role of hope's younger sibling, an ordinary light that effects others by her merit. even at times of being an underdog, she still attempts to move forward through her struggles, or she said she would now, and that sort of person he wants to have there.
so through all his searching for her, he doesn't find the female in the dormitory, and so he takes a trip into the main building, and goes to check class 1-c. he peeks in first knowing he's not the most wanted person in the classroom, but he'll knock a few times once he finally notices her inside, it's winter break so the place is practically empty. )
[ Sara is facedown on her desk, but she pushes herself with when Komeada enters, rubbing half lidded eyes red from a night of crying. Her hair is a mess and her uniform is ruffled and slightly damp. The winter coat she was given lies crumpled in the corner. In short, she looks like a mess. ]
Ko-niisan! Ko-senpai! ( he lists them one after the other like it's important to state which one he might be for the day, considering one komaeda may be better than the other. in the end, they're both the same so nothing will change. what does feel off is the atmosphere of the room, and his eyes look to the coat in the corner then back to sara, finding her appearance to be... )
If your lover woke up next to you around 7AM, I'm sure you'd give them a fright.
( first he shuts the door behind him, not particularly interested in anyone seeing her in such a shape. next, with his arms crossed, he slowly makes his way across the room over to where she sits, but he takes the same seat as last time when he was in this room. it's almost like being placed on trial again, yet the defendant of this conversation happens to be... )
Shujinkou-chan... you look worse for wear. ( he pauses, shuffling through a list of things. ) Bad night?
[ Its fine, she's not kicked out...yet. She spent the night here entirely by choice. Sometime later today, she'll go back to her dorm room and find Shin. He'll ask for the key back. She'll give it to him. ]
Oh...right right. [ The game of nicknames had slipped her mind completely. She shakes her head a little, rubbing her forehead with a palm. ] Can we just stick with Komeada today? I'll pick something fun tomorrow, promise.
[ At this point, she's already spacing out again. To little sleep and too much stress weighs like a film over her mind. Exhaustion dims her usual lively reaction, she only makes a face when Komeada pokes about a lover. She can't look that bad, can she?
She blinks again, eyes staying closed. When she opens them, Komeada has pulled up a chair]
Huh? [ What did he say? A bad night...? But it had happened last afternoon...Oh right, not that Komeada knew. ] Yeah, you could say that. Sorry to worry you.
[Shin's had some time to recover from so much overwhelming birthday festivities(?), and... well he's a bit annoyed at Sara, but not enough to avoid her where she's studying in the common room - it feels like 'neutral ground' still, portraits aside. In Yogen he can't just stand waiting in a room for her to come haring into it looking at absolutely everything.]
Hey, Sara… do you have a minute to chat?
[It’s his customary loping approach, hand on scarf… but there’s a thermos dangling in the other. It's mysterious contents are the impetus for this visit.]
If it isn't the birthday boy.. How's your second day of being twenty two?
[ The smile she gives Sou is equally empty, not reaching her eyes but it isn't negative. The space between them has cooled into an unsteady distance. Ever since she woke up from that dream last month...she felt some of that old resentment fall away, even if she can't recall that details of the events.
So her friendly gaze isn't honest, but there's no cruel bite anymore. She doesn't need to be angry at Sou, because she doesn't need to be angry at herself. ]
I'm free. Do you want to study with me while we talk?
[This is already giving Shin 'this conversation is not going to go well' vibes. That empty gaze is... unsettling.]
Ahaha, it's a lot like my last day of being twenty one.
[He's... not very inclined to bare his heart about how weird it feels to have finally passed this milestone, in the face of everything, so sliding around the question it is.]
Might as well... it's good to multitask, huh?
[He could point out that he doesn't have any study materials on him... at this point he doesn't know if he's repeating his year or being sent back to being a first year. He settles down onto the seat on the other side of the table instead, which knowing how crowded the common room is getting is probably one of the coffins.]
Since you're the one furtherest ahead I figured I'd ask...
[He sets the thermos in front of her school work and uncaps it, tilting it towards her to reveal a worryingly inedible-looking in it's intensity thick purple liquid. It smells… odd, like an unknowable fruit. It’s still steaming warm.]
Strange liquid, isn’t it? It arrived in the usual way, so it’s definitely something from our world… [He’d camped out with his adderstone to see if he could spot what kept delivering things around this time and it was… some blond person? Who winked at him and disappeared? He’s still processing this.] But I’ve never seen anything like it before...
[She didn't come across it, anywhere? In the rest of the game somewhere… maybe. He’s been trying to figure out if it’s even meant to be edible, because the strange crystal was, well, a strange crystal. This is potential soup on the line.]
[ Empty? Is that what you call it when she can look you in the eye and not feel mad?
She scoots over to give him a spot by habit, even if he takes the spot across from her. Taking the thermos out of his hands to examine it. Some kind of fruit stew? It's a strange color, but it doesn't smell bad in the slightest. ]
The furthest along...that's a nice way of putting it. [ She puts the cap back on, handing it back to him. ] Me and the you I knew...we found a machine that could make drinks on the upper floors. It even had soups. We didn't buy all the drinks it had, so maybe this is one of them?
[ It's the most logical explanation she can find. ]
Is that all you wanted to ask me? [ A silly stupid question like that? ]
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Date: 2021-08-31 02:23 am (UTC)Chidouin-san, are you here?
( he raps his knuckles against the door of the classroom, peeking inside as he pushes it open to enter without being given the a-okay. )
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Date: 2021-08-31 04:17 am (UTC)Sidney vanished a few nights ago, she'd been looking for him. Clamor never sticks around at night anymore anyway, so its been a bit...lonely in 1-C not that she'd admit it. Everything in this school worries her sick. Even in her sleep she can't manage to look peaceful.
Unless Komeada slams the door on his way in, she doesn't wake up when he enters.
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Date: 2021-08-31 04:50 am (UTC)he believes that she really is sleeping, and it must be difficult to do so when left in a school with some people she can trust, and others she cant. )
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( he finds a seat beside her, sitting down gently as to not make a noise, and he looks towards her. she tries to shoot him not too long ago, and she can finally get her chance if she wakes up, but he doesn't bother her yet. well, until he pulls out his megaphone hacking gun...
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turning a dial... his lips against the receiver ... )
CHIDOUIN-SAN! ARE YOU ALIVE?
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Date: 2021-08-31 06:38 am (UTC)[ When will he be normal. Yeah so get this Sara wakes up? She practically shoots up fast enough to bang her head against the megaphone.
Imagine finally getting an hour of sleep to take a nap and...Komeada. It's like waking up with a really annoying lion or something in her room. It takes an impressive amount of self control to not just punch him and start yelling incoherently, she even gets half a hand back before she lowers it. ]
What on earth was that for? What are you doing in my homeroom? [ Why are you in her homeroom. ]
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Date: 2021-09-01 07:50 pm (UTC)( he pauses, lowering his megaphone hacking gun down onto the desk as he looks at sara — she wasn't drooling was she, because komaeda will point that out if so. aside from that, he crosses his arms, eyes faced toward to stare at the writing board before them. he imagines a teacher there, explaining the subjects of their class, and he finds himself uncomfortable in the spot he decided to be. he inhales slowly, swallowing down the saliva in his throat, he manages to forgo those thoughts for something else. )
Why are you the only one here, Chidouin-san?
( he taps his chin, he knows that everyone else in this room feels indifferent towards him, so they won't leave without a reason. perhaps... )
They must have disappeared too.
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Date: 2021-09-09 06:23 am (UTC)[So after going into the fourth floor alone and then everything just. Being one of the worse experiences of his life after that, Shin's going to be a little more cautious of the elevator. To be fair, he's kind of been avoiding it already (that blood trail coming out of it... we all know what the color theory says on that) but there's now vanishingly few places in the school he hasn't been at this point that aren't outright locked.
So of course, this time, he's bringing Sara. Among other things, she now can't punch him if they both end up going missing for a week. He's staring fixedly at the ominous red button like he once regarded an ominous red light above a door.]
O-on second thoughts... maybe we can do this later... [Shin this was your idea.]
omg SO TRUEE
Date: 2021-09-09 06:36 am (UTC)I've gone down here a few times, Sou. Nothing down here can actually hurt us. [ Probably. At least not yet, as far as Sara understands. Nene and Zero's bad ends had just been that...still reflections of their owners worlds. ]
It's just going something we'd consider a bad scenario. The world ending, our friends dying. Something like that. I haven't seen...what mine would be. [ She runs her hand through her hair, leaning against the elevator. Would it be winning, or dying? She's not enthusiastic to find out. Maybe she's be lucky, and it would be Sou's...would she feature in that? Would Midori. Maybe she should hope its just her own nightmare, Sou's might be worse. ]
But this is something weird, so I really do agree we should investigate it!
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Date: 2021-09-09 07:08 am (UTC)After a solid minute of it it's like... if they were going to splat they probably would have. Normal elevator shafts... probably don't do this. Weird Yogen Stuff it is.]
...I'll defer to your expertise, then.
[A bad scenario... his own mind serves them up to him free of charge on the regular, so which one would it be? Him being murdered would probably feature... can't narrow it down much more than that...]
Ahaha, since we're from the same place, do you think...? Well, I guess we'll see once we get there...
[She hasn't seen hers, yet she's been down here before, so... always someone else's makes sense. It could be just a coin toss between them.]
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Date: 2021-09-09 07:20 am (UTC)Lets just agree whatever we see...its not reality, okay? My worst fears, or yours. We can be better then that.
[ Its a nice line right? She says it calmly, with the steadfast tone that she'd found herself perfecting over the course of the game. But it feels dirty to say. She already made Shin's worst fear come true, but if she's here that can't possibly be a bad ending if she's standing here, right?
It's such a cruel explanation for why she decided to come, that she instantly dismisses it. He didn't want to be alone. He asked. Sara is just here to push a few buttons and poke around for clues about the school. Maybe shoot Midori, if he shows up.
The elevator stops short with a rumble. Sara starts up from her position on the wall, but the doors are already opening with a slight sound, standing open onto a familiar set of steps.
Its so viseral, seeing that hallway. Sara recognizes it in an instant to be the second floor. Even the smell...that cheap sent of paint and stale air instantly sets her on edge. It feels like she's there again suddenly, standing with Gin and Keiji instead of Sou. It's enough to take her breath away.
But no, a voice that sounds like Keiji's almost whispers. It's not just that. The smell...she knows it. Like the white room, where she hadn't noticed anything except her own unease until he'd pointed it out.
The faint, but distinct smell of blood. ]
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Date: 2021-10-11 12:00 am (UTC)He's doing his usual thing of sitting crosslegged on the top bunk, focus deep on the laptop in front of him and tik-tak-ing away on it... having projects to work on has given him an orientation point, but also why does code have to fight him. He doesn't even have google...
The other thing that may be notable is on his side of the dividing line, on the shelf with all his hard won gacha rocks that he doesn't like looking at for long because they remind him of his hubris and yet he refuses to toss, is a small, strangely familiar-looking lantern.]
post narumi rescue wow...hope that all goes well
Date: 2021-10-12 08:04 am (UTC)I'm turning this down. [ It's like a suana in here. Help. She turns the dial down before Shin can get another word out. You're lucky she's not unplugging it, thats the respect she has for Shin. Standing again, however, something catches her eye.
There's a soft clatter as the book falls to the ground. Sara turns, eyes wide.]
Sou, where did you get this?
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Date: 2021-10-12 09:44 am (UTC)That thing? ...Under my pillow, if you can believe it. [He knows Sara will get how unsettling that is, when they're the ones with the only keys as far as they know. Good thing he'd found it while shifting bedding around for a better position and not as he was going to sleep.] Gave me a headache... I wouldn't turn it on.
[He's not a fan, but it's clear he doesn't recognize it at all.]
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Date: 2021-10-13 01:07 am (UTC)This is an item from Midori's floor. [ She says flatly. She's not namedropping the guy out of any attempt to manipulate Sou for once. It's relevant to know for what comes next. ] Our memories were altered before the game. You need a partner, but this can be used to awakened forgotten memories.
[ Quite a useful gadget. She doesn't get how it works, but everyone's memories had been pretty handy in taking Midori down. ]
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Date: 2021-12-19 09:35 am (UTC)☾ 1
Depending on who opens the door, they'll notice that the door won't budge as smoothly as it normally does, but once they're able to get out of their room; they'll find that a few items have spilled over. A shame, they'll have to figure out which belongs to who, but it seems that everything belongs to them given the stocking has both their names written on it!
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Date: 2021-12-25 06:15 am (UTC)12/31, early morning.
Date: 2021-12-28 07:56 pm (UTC)so through all his searching for her, he doesn't find the female in the dormitory, and so he takes a trip into the main building, and goes to check class 1-c. he peeks in first knowing he's not the most wanted person in the classroom, but he'll knock a few times once he finally notices her inside, it's winter break so the place is practically empty. )
Knock knock.
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Date: 2021-12-29 01:45 am (UTC)[ Sara is facedown on her desk, but she pushes herself with when Komeada enters, rubbing half lidded eyes red from a night of crying. Her hair is a mess and her uniform is ruffled and slightly damp. The winter coat she was given lies crumpled in the corner. In short, she looks like a mess. ]
Um...whose there? Komeada? What time is it?
[ Her voice is hoarse too. ]
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Date: 2021-12-29 02:40 am (UTC)Ko-niisan! Ko-senpai! ( he lists them one after the other like it's important to state which one he might be for the day, considering one komaeda may be better than the other. in the end, they're both the same so nothing will change. what does feel off is the atmosphere of the room, and his eyes look to the coat in the corner then back to sara, finding her appearance to be... )
If your lover woke up next to you around 7AM, I'm sure you'd give them a fright.
( first he shuts the door behind him, not particularly interested in anyone seeing her in such a shape. next, with his arms crossed, he slowly makes his way across the room over to where she sits, but he takes the same seat as last time when he was in this room. it's almost like being placed on trial again, yet the defendant of this conversation happens to be... )
Shujinkou-chan... you look worse for wear. ( he pauses, shuffling through a list of things. ) Bad night?
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Date: 2021-12-29 03:44 am (UTC)Oh...right right. [ The game of nicknames had slipped her mind completely. She shakes her head a little, rubbing her forehead with a palm. ] Can we just stick with Komeada today? I'll pick something fun tomorrow, promise.
[ At this point, she's already spacing out again. To little sleep and too much stress weighs like a film over her mind. Exhaustion dims her usual lively reaction, she only makes a face when Komeada pokes about a lover. She can't look that bad, can she?
She blinks again, eyes staying closed. When she opens them, Komeada has pulled up a chair]
Huh? [ What did he say? A bad night...? But it had happened last afternoon...Oh right, not that Komeada knew. ] Yeah, you could say that. Sorry to worry you.
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Date: 2022-04-05 05:40 am (UTC)Hey, Sara… do you have a minute to chat?
[It’s his customary loping approach, hand on scarf… but there’s a thermos dangling in the other. It's mysterious contents are the impetus for this visit.]
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Date: 2022-04-05 05:47 am (UTC)[ The smile she gives Sou is equally empty, not reaching her eyes but it isn't negative. The space between them has cooled into an unsteady distance. Ever since she woke up from that dream last month...she felt some of that old resentment fall away, even if she can't recall that details of the events.
So her friendly gaze isn't honest, but there's no cruel bite anymore. She doesn't need to be angry at Sou, because she doesn't need to be angry at herself. ]
I'm free. Do you want to study with me while we talk?
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Date: 2022-04-05 07:42 am (UTC)Ahaha, it's a lot like my last day of being twenty one.
[He's... not very inclined to bare his heart about how weird it feels to have finally passed this milestone, in the face of everything, so sliding around the question it is.]
Might as well... it's good to multitask, huh?
[He could point out that he doesn't have any study materials on him... at this point he doesn't know if he's repeating his year or being sent back to being a first year. He settles down onto the seat on the other side of the table instead, which knowing how crowded the common room is getting is probably one of the coffins.]
Since you're the one furtherest ahead I figured I'd ask...
[He sets the thermos in front of her school work and uncaps it, tilting it towards her to reveal a worryingly inedible-looking in it's intensity thick purple liquid. It smells… odd, like an unknowable fruit. It’s still steaming warm.]
Strange liquid, isn’t it? It arrived in the usual way, so it’s definitely something from our world… [He’d camped out with his adderstone to see if he could spot what kept delivering things around this time and it was… some blond person? Who winked at him and disappeared? He’s still processing this.] But I’ve never seen anything like it before...
[She didn't come across it, anywhere? In the rest of the game somewhere… maybe. He’s been trying to figure out if it’s even meant to be edible, because the strange crystal was, well, a strange crystal. This is potential soup on the line.]
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Date: 2022-04-06 05:03 am (UTC)She scoots over to give him a spot by habit, even if he takes the spot across from her. Taking the thermos out of his hands to examine it. Some kind of fruit stew? It's a strange color, but it doesn't smell bad in the slightest. ]
The furthest along...that's a nice way of putting it. [ She puts the cap back on, handing it back to him. ] Me and the you I knew...we found a machine that could make drinks on the upper floors. It even had soups. We didn't buy all the drinks it had, so maybe this is one of them?
[ It's the most logical explanation she can find. ]
Is that all you wanted to ask me? [ A silly stupid question like that? ]
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