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w0, post trial saturday

[alitaba]

[ as said, futaba has eventually wandered into the cafeteria/kitchen/whatever for the late night post trial depression munchies. there's gotta be instant ramen in here somewhere, right? right. give her that delicious sodium tears ]

[refate]

[ rip taba. kon glances up from where he's standing with a fridge open, having been staring into the void contained within for a while. ]

Hey, champ.

[alitaba]

Hey.

[ she definitely sounds a little rough, like she spent some time having a good cry but shh that's between her and the floor underneath the dorm beds. while he continues to let warm air into the fridge, she'll begin poking around for the goods ]

Whatcha doing?

[refate]

[ oof, he ain't deaf. but he'll avoid pointing it out, just based on a hunch. ]

Was thinking about making something. You want anything? My treat.

[alitaba]

[ at least that gets her to perk up a little ]

I want curry!

[ it won't be the same but maybe it'll have a placebo effect? hm.... ]

w1, saturday, post fucking trial

[refate]

[ after a long while, probably late at night, simply: ]

hey taba

[alitaba]

[ read 12:01 am ✔️



okay no, she won't be that mean. give her a few minutes and just ]

hey

[refate]

[ nah he can wait a while for her to feel up to it it's fine. ]

not gonna ask if you're ok.
to be honest, i don't think a lot of us are.
[ he's not! he's super not. ]
but i'm around, if you need.

[alitaba]

[ there's probably one person okay and that's the actual murderer. which, haha there's a murderer on the loose now, isn't there? ]

feeling kinda shitty actually
clue is a lot harder than the movies make it out to be?
kinda wish we could bang out 20 vouchers for our gear and make their lives miserable rn

w3, mon

[alitaba]

[ we both know they're in the stem lab. what kind of mischief have they been up to before memory pong starts?? ]

[refate]

[


he's making a miku figure with the 3D printer for ichiro, because i promised sisi before game start that he'd do that. so she can find him just - sitting there, watching the 3D printer start doing its thing. at least it's not him making dicks.

(yet) ]

Can you believe we had to go through three weeks, waiting for this?

[alitaba]

[ i'm in tears. futaba is absolutely going to be printing terrible things eventually ]

Waiting makes it sweeter? Or something.

[ she's peering over his arm though. ]

Maybe because they knew we'd use it for evil.

[refate]

[ i hope she prints tentacles and sticks them on everything with suction cups. ]

Idle hands are the devil's workshop; idle lips are his mouthpiece. [ musing ] By putting it off for this long, they've basically caused us to build up a reason for evil.

w3 saturday, post-trial

[refate]

[ we're pcing i'm not giving you a choice.

once things are Fine, or as Fine as they can be, he's - carting futaba off. fuck if he knows where. but he's just going to carry her out of the gym. ]

[alitaba]

[ sweet i was gonna say she's probably still clinging onto him and occasionally leaking after all that additional nonsense. even moreso when Caiman gets carted away.

nothing like learning your friend got possibly whammied to do a horrific thing, right? ]

[refate]

[ he lets her just leak on his shoulder, keeping wang lu's outer robe over her as best as he can. but he doesn't want to walk around aimlessly with her, since it's cold out and she's obviously miserable. especially now that he knows some context for some of her misery.

... softly: ] Where do you need to go, 'taba.

[alitaba]

[ she certainly looks smaller and fragile curled under this robe she's clutching like a blanket. it's fine, sometimes everything just happens so much, and haha, surprise! you've seen Some Shit in your young life. ]

Wanna go home.

[ but since that's not possible right now... ]

.........Chocolate?

w5, sat

[alitaba]

[ so sometime after trial when she's had time to sit in a corner, cry, and breathe into a paper bag, guess who's coming to find Mr. disappearing.

.....pun intended? ]

Hey.

[refate]

[ pun intended..?

kon is probably outside, making himself easier to find for when people want to hunt him down for whatever questions they might have. he's chewing on a skewer from one of the stalls, but it doesn't look like it's ever had any food on it. ]

... hey, 'taba.

[alitaba]

[ well at least she's not here to yell loudly and gesture louder. ]

Tsuyu's a dumbass.

[ she's just here to slide her arms around him. it's comfort hours ]

You know I'm gonna do my best to help, right?

[refate]

Yeah. He's been through a hell of a time, too, though, so I'll give him a break just this once.

[ no one's done any yelling, yet, but he's waiting for it.

he slides his arm around her in return, turning his head to spit the skewer out - mostly so he can drop a kiss to the top of her head. ]

I know. I don't know how much anybody else can help, but I still appreciate it. [ because it's so up in the air. because between him and tsuyukusa, he's the only one that understands what's happening. ]

w7, sat

[alitaba]

[ ding ding ding, text call ]

meet me in the kitchen

[refate]

[ ding ding! ]

mooching off me for one last hoorah?

[ here he comes, though. see you there, gremlin. ]

[alitaba]

absolutely

[ but hey, she has a surprise today! she's.... making coffee? ]

[refate]

[ oh, hewwo? kon meanders in to bump into her from behind, making sure she's not holding anything hot, heavy, or sharp when he does. ]