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[ asdflkjh tfw my memory is so bad, people are surprised when I do remember things, all I remembered was Maya wanting to shove Natsume off the roof and then had to go find the thread to see what the other conditions were

Maya remembers everything, though, like when they'd walked up the stairs to the roof that first time, just before this door they're coming up to, and Natsume hadn't fallen out of pace with her back then. ]

That depends on your definition of strange. Past this is storage space, officially, but it's more akin to a cemetery. If you feel anything weird, you're just being caught in the atmosphere.

I-I was trying to watch, from one of the windows. A higher up one, where it might be safer. I couldn't really tell what was happening... And then, you guys were...

( voided, two people died, something was up with the tree?? and then something happened, and he and amami were gone. just... gone. at the thought, she presses against him a little more, tears welling up again before she blinks them away.

should she have gone with, even though she was a liability in a fight? maybe then they could have found it for sure- actually, no, hanako probably wouldn't have let her. like. at all. )

Were you able to find it?

( even if she's fond of kazuki, she'll break it if she must- )

[ He nods a little, glad that Stephanie got what he was trying to convey. He's not sure if she knows this third person, but it's worth asking.

He makes a loose fist with one hand and holds it up in front of him, tracing a line from his hand straight up. Then he drops the fist to navel height and mimes stabbing with it. ]

I will, I promise, and I'm certain others will as well. But...please don't overwork yourself in the process of catering to us.

[with how ubiquitous they're being, one has to worry...]

You are taking breaks, right?

[ He's really feeling three now. ]

Akira Fujioka, class 3-C. I'm not all that interesting either, but I like... games... I guess.

[ "Please show me your games"? mirroring this part of the introduction doesn't work. "Please play with me"? too desperate ]

I'm young, so I've got lots of energy! I won't overwork myself!

[ Even if keeping up the energy is tiring, it's fine. They're a 24/7 shopkeeper, but the place isn't as busy as they try to make it out to be, no lines wrapping around the corners of the halls or anything.

... ]

I'm okay. Since it's school, nobody comes to see me when it's class time, or after dark. It gets super quiet, and kind of lonely.

[ So they just sit around and wait, taking a break but not by choice. ]

[. . .]

Did... you spend your summer vacation living with the guy you stabbed?

[ He quickly shakes his head— he'd forgotten he has more than one knife acquaintance. Maya would sooner reopen Kouji's stab wound than let him into her house, anyways.

He points to himself, points at Steph, and repeats the knife pantomime without the stabbing. ]

[thinks...]

-- Oh! Nao? You had Nao over? [claps, both pleased with herself for winning charades and also because that is very good news.] That's wonderful! I was wondering where she'd gone off to... Did you guys catch up?

[she was gonna say "did you guys talk" but, well.]

[that...is one of the saddest things she's heard recently, and a frown crosses her features.]

So you simply stay here?

[that's no good. no good at all.]

You don't have to, you know. I won't presume to know anything about why you don't go home, but I know you'd be welcome if you came by the dormitories to simply spend time with us. We'd be happy to see you!

( did he dodge a bullet or maybe he should have had that bloody jacket with him, maybe a little yelling is good for the soul... komaeda does like verbal abuse, so it'd work. he sighs, memorizing rokkun's heartbeat in the silence, but once he speaks does it leave from komaeda's mind, and he looks at him, watching his expression. )

Asking questions like that doesn't matter, because at the time... it was us. ( he looks down at his hand, humming thoughtfully. ) ...We all stood in the cool, thoughts going through our mind if you would die. It's happened once between us, so to see it a second time... I gave you my hand, though it didn't matter to that version of you. I don't know... what compelled you to move, but...

( here we go, his serious tone shifts to one that's more excited, almost expected due to the conversation. even his eyes light up, a familiar swirl of hope and despair merges into pale green, that empty look in his eyes lost. its hard to contain anything, coughing once, and then twice, and it isn't long until an abrupt laugh leaves from his throat! he reaches out, his fingers gripping into rokkun's shirt, wanting to keep him in place... even if his organic fingers twitch from the action. if there was a mood here, he's probably ruined it, this... he wants to talk, tell his thoughts, how he was then, how he is now... different, but hope... hope... talking to rokkun now... )

You were... what was the word I used? Admirable!? Even took Adams-san's cane to force yourself to stand, you're such a mess... Rokkun, that desperation that brought you to move forward... that hope... it really is something that you do! Rejoice!

( aww, that gets a bit of a dadly chuckle. )

Very cute.

( haruka gets to keep the pen, it's hers now. he hopes to see more doodles appear. sidney doesn't consider himself much of an artist though, but if he's pushed into it, he'll draw more for her. )

... If you can leave the library, on the third floor there's flowers growing in one of the classrooms. If you ever want to see them. Miss Yashiro tends to them with her club.

[ There's a little grimace on his face behind her back, but while a lot of that was things he'd rather not Nene have to watch, having that outside perspective is helpful, and he did ask her to watching out for things for him.

With the wisteria tree's full branches in the way, it's hard to see anything unless from the ground floor, but there would have been enough movement to see the group that had gone out first to talk to Kazuki, maybe she saw that it was Hanako who drew first blood and got them voided or maybe not, but then everything went dark. The monster fight, the breaking of the ring, the separation of the two parties and everything that they experienced, it was all in that void. Nene, if she'd left to break a mirror, would find herself staring out the window at the group surrounding the gardener, turned from monster back to man but now with his mask off.

And then Hanako and Amami were gone.

...

He puts on a smile, leaning back from the hug just enough so that Nene can see him. ]

Of course I did! It should be alright to leave it alone for now, but when the time comes, you'll lend me a hand, won't you? I'll be counting on your special ability.

I got it, let's play a word game, Fujioka-kun. Like truth or dare.

( there's nothing wrong with that, right? he likes games, komaeda is... okay with games, but as long as he doesn't have to show off his talent, this should be fine. )

I can play other games with you too, but you have to play with me and my type of games...

[ He nods, and looks a little brighter for it. There was some talking, but mostly one sided, or he sat back and listened to the two girls talk.

But that's mostly all that happened, all he did all summer was lounge around the house and—

oh yeah, that too. He lifts his hands with his palms up side by side, and then mimes writing with his other hand. He had a lot of... summer homework... finals were rough... ]

[ Their smile slips a little at the mention of home, but they're quick to place it back on their face even if Helena can't see. Because they know the smile has to be in their voice too, matching makes it easier. ]

Most of the time I'm here! But I do go out sometimes— like to the store, if I need to pick anything up for commissions! My wares have to come from somewhere, after all.

[ And it's expensive, sometimes, so there's zero guilt for charging the prices that they do when they don't even get to keep 99% ]

Thanks for the offer, but if I'm not here, I might miss a sale. And I can't afford that.

Ugh, I know, right? One of them had letters mixed into all the math. Since when does math have letters in it?

[like please help she is a fifth grader???]

I wasn't able to focus much on homework. Everybody disappearing was really scary... I hope I didn't fall too far behind.

[ Maybe Komaeda dodged a bullet, maybe he's firing a machine gun at Rokkun's face because, uh,

He looks down at Komaeda's hand, clutching his shirt, up at his eyes that aren't seeing him.

Admirable isn't a word Komaeda's ever used for him, and the first time he gets to hear it it's about his 15-year-old dying self who isn't him. Komaeda extending his hand would have mattered, if it were him. If it were him... he wouldn't have been surrounded by people in the first place, there would be nobody's hand to take, nobody's cane to lean on, nobody but himself to drag his body forward slow inch by inch across the numbing ice that he had welcomed. ]

You're... [ ... ] It didn't happen like that, Nagito. If it did, I wouldn't be here.

( even with the full branches, nene's been so intently focused on the tree, she knows where certain gaps are. so, uh- she did unfortunately have to see some things i'm sure everyone would prefer she hadn't. but she couldn't hear what was being said, or planned. she couldn't catch everything entirely. which sucks, frankly- she's tired of confusion and not having all the pieces, but at the same time...

hanako smiles for her, and despite the month of anxiety and worry eating into her and her slowly decaying mental health- he's smiling, and he's here, and relief and affection flood through her like a broken dam. she can't help but smile too, just a bit. )

Mmhm. Yeah- I'll always help... you're my favorite person, a-after all.

You wouldn't have to miss a sale. You could leave a notepad, and if people require things, they could write down their name and what they want, and when you come back, then you could attend to the orders. Like a sort of request sheet. That way you'd be able to move about as you please without worry!

[she's also thinking very quickly about what they may be actually eating - if someone's got to take up the baton of bringing food to them so they don't starve in their determination to make money.]

[ She's not a great artist, so after a moment's consideration, she draws more bees. When you see one bee, there's always a hundred more somewhere. The little circles appear a little slower at the mention of the flowers, though, like she's still unsure. Leaving is something she can do with no problem, but it doesn't feel polite to go see if nobody else is there, when she's most awake at night.

...Abandoning the bees for now, she starts scribbling on the top of the paper in long back and forth strokes, making the scene nighttime. ]

Aha. ( he blinks, his eyes normal again, and he doesn't even remember what he's rambled so far. ) It's fine, this school is such a weird place, but that doesn't matter... does it?

( he smiles, looking down at his hands where he finds himself slowly letting rokkun go, he gets handsy, which he'll apologize for later after his mind gets settled. he forces himself to take a step back, to take a deep breath and remind himself that they're having a serious conversation, he shouldn't be touching. he places a hand on his own waist, that little gay posture as he glances off to the side. it's not like anything they did would change today, he already knew that rokkun in this world was fine, that his sibling at the end was also fine — but he probably sounds delusional. )

You wouldn't be here if you had lived, is what you're saying? ( ... ) I believe you wanted someone to be there for you, at the time.

Oh... That's a good idea.

[ Their voice drops when they're thinking, falling quiet for a moment because Helena does make a good point. A request sheet... It's not the same as when there's somebody physically there in front of them and they work so hard trying to get somebody to buy something useless for a great deal of money, but those sorts of sales are rarely successful. Requests... they can charge a little more for requests, maybe, to make up the difference.

... ]

...Would people be mad if I sell rocks in the dorms?

[ They've thought about it, and came to the conclusion that they wouldn't know what to do with themselves outside of this shop. What else does one do if not peddling?

Also Helena can probably pick up the smell of bread in the room, plain bread and nothing sweet that would suggest baked goods. It's okay, they're eating! Komaeda feeds them. Their shared diet of bread. ]

N... no, it's alright. You don't have to waste your time on me.

[ An idiot, a loser, isn't that what Komaeda called him? So why not leave him alone? ]

( to ultimates, he sure did. as for komaeda, he lives in the realm of idiots, losers, because he'll never be able to stand by ultimates. )

Truth or Dare.

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