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Why should I? Favors aren't guaranteed to be returned, and at this moment, helping you is not worth my effort. Make it worth my effort.

[ What is it like to be a good person? She wouldn't know. But she will honor exchanges, something to keep in your back pocket for now. ]

I- I see! I suggested doing it for the sake of doing something good, but I suppose that is not enough. [He doesn't approve of this girl's morals! But he only has so much ground to stand on.]

Then I will do what I can to be worthy! [An uncertain pause.] Do you have any idea as to... what one could do to be worth such a favor?

[ the music club enigma that is leo tsukinaga pops in now and again when he wishes. this is one of those "pop in" moments... a pop in moment that begins with a peek into the room, hands holding bundles of papers that are, quite obviously, a score.

his expression shifts quickly and comically. first amused in that way he always is, then somewhat surprised as if the surroundings he takes in as he looks side to side aren't what he expects. the why for that surprise is obvious, when he embarrassingly exclaims to no one: ]

Huh? Where is everyone? Is it over?! Am I late? Whoops!

[ WHOOPS...... figures on a day he actually decides to Go, he ends up fashionably late... ]

Well, whatever. Hmhmhm, lemme turn this tragedy into a masterpiece... There won't be me and a buncha people like I thought, but me and a piano. That's not too bad either! ♪

[ and figures on a day he decides to bum the school piano alone after embarrassingly not showing up when he meant to, he's.... actually not alone. he hasn't noticed that yet, either. classic.

enjoy your disaster maya. hope you weren't doing anything productive or peaceful in here. ]

( fine, she wins, or he wins — he's pretty satisfied with how things panned out. from the hit too, which takes his breath away from a moment, and his hand resting along the area next. his response is delayed from this, a little excited as his laugh comes out slow. )

...

( komaeda doesn't think of anyone, thank you very much. )

I did what I need... You enjoyed putting your hands all over me — ( through the means of punching, but that's not too bad. what it means is that her attempts are better than before, now she constantly strikes at him every chance she gets. ) It must be fun for you too...

[ He really is in his own world, Maya thinks to herself because there isn't much in the music room besides the one piano, and the dozen or so chairs and music stands that she was in the process of moving off to the side at the end of the day, off in the background but not so quiet that she wouldn't think Leo could miss her presence.

It really is none of her business, and she's not the president of the music club either, but... ]

You really should make up your mind about this club. I don't think I've seen you for more than two consecutive days at a time, Tsukinaga.

[ Where her morals are grey, at least she has principles she adheres to, even if they're self-serving more often than not. ]

Think about that yourself. And think about what you're willing to do. Would you kill somebody if I asked? Would you give your own life?

( you know, he can hear her going down the tells you know at the pace she's going. turning around, and going down one step as she makes her getaway. )

Arisu-san, you did ask me, and that you'd come if I told you.

( he pauses, sighing with a shake of his head. )

Are you really not going to uphold your end of it? ( what is she afraid of? if she knows that he's got the wrong eye open, what's the worst that can happen? )

( everything he chose, komaeda opts out for the opposite — he goes from chocolate milk, to you know those tortilla scoops right before hiro's eyes, purchasing them without a care. that's how it is for komaeda, just a little despair which makes the hope inside a person even stronger once they can get past the disappointment they feel, and this one isn't so bad — hiro can still eat. he pulls back his pda, checking his merit points to see how much he has left, and once satisfied with that. )

Get it.

( you know, talking to him like a dog who knows how to play fetch. as that's done, he's sliding his pda back into his pocket while watching hiro. now, if there was cat food in this vending machine, it would be over, actually. i want her to have more obling kibble food, and you know what, maybe this means komaeda will have to find her some colorful treats. when will they get a cat vending machine, and omg i just googled it's called a petbox, so when is one of them being made in yogen so komaeda can spend all his points there. anything to get lily may the colors she deserve. )

Ugh, next time I'm putting my foot up your ass instead!

[ She wouldn't say it's fun, but... definitely cathartic. Like with Hyde except Hyde bites back, while Komaeda will eventually calm down on his own.

All she wanted to do was pee. ]

Are we done?

( what's wrong about having a discussion in this room? they can lock it, unless she's worried someone will listen from the other side. is the conversations that happen within the council room that important? with his tail moving from side to side — i guess the ghost cat has a mind of its own — he slowly gets to his feet as he stares at her. )

Is it bad to have a conversation here? I know how to keep an inside voice.

( he proves that too, speaking low with a small smile to reassure her. ) It'll be like a council meeting... just between us.

( give him a moment to think it over, especially with the way rokkun phrased it from before. hope is a matter that komaeda thinks of from most people — the untalented can make it, though he doesn't have high hopes regarding them. he gave a girl the chance once, and even then neither hope or despair won. rokkun's hope, he does believe in it, but when it comes to faith...

how would he be able to justify that? does faith matter? when hope is the only thing that decides their future? )

Do you trust me?

I get it, you don't want to share.

( since blood is so important to them, of course she'd be stingy with everyone else. with a sigh, he looks towards the exit of the art room. )

"They're"... do you mean your cultist friends? Hm... You want me to go visit them and come back?

( as much as he could, komaeda's pulling out a switch blade from his pocket, unsheathing the blade in sight right in front of chiaki. ) Wouldn't blood from the source... untainted by anyone else's hand be much better? ( yeah, he's looking at his hand just like that. ) Even someone empty and useless as me can give that much.

( all's lost in the end, and this is why komaeda doesn't think of latching onto these emotions of his. rokkun, everyone else that he knows will follow the same path, and the ultimate should be aware nothing different will happen. if he doesn't die by his luck, then he'll leave him by some other means so it's a good thing that komaeda's heart is in the right place. hope, hope would never leave him.

he leans his head into rokkun's hand, and with a soft laugh. )

You're a pathetic idiot, but I couldn't expect you to be anything else. ( at least that comes out rather sweet of him? he only allows the other to cup his face for so long until komaeda takes a step back. ) ... ( though, he still knows how his luck works, and besides, if rokkun's friends are outside; komaeda already knows he's unable to go out there. )

Are you meeting them outside? It must be pretty cool out...

Hahah... I'd love to see that from you, such determination to cause me pain! ...It's nice to learn the type of girl you are.

( a sadist. yes, hyde bites back where komaeda either instigates for more or calms down from his high, and it's actually a shock that chiaki is a drug for him. smh. )

Should we walk out at the same time so we're caught together? If not, we are.

( :) )

[Ishimaru could respect adhering to one's principles, though it's trickier when they doesn't align as morally as he would like...

These questions shock Ishimaru.]

Wh-what? Those are somewhat extreme options, don't you think? [And it doesn't sound like the most even trade for what he asks! Not to mention that it reminds him uncomfortably of the killing game rules...] ...I do not seek to commit murder. But surely there are other possibilities...

[ Turing saw those supply closets. They couldn't remember seeing so many art supplies together at once before! How wonderful!

Uuuuuuunfortunately, that was what they saw while passing by instead of up close. Make no mistake, they had passed by to sneak glances inside the room many, many times. Today was different though, or so they hoped. In theory, asking to join the art club was easy. In practice, when they finally decided to actually go and do it, they ended up standing in front of the door for what felt like ages before finally knocking on the door.

Turing could tell just by looking that they were more than a little different from everyone else. Maybe they wouldn't even be allowed to join because of that...? ]

( popped into the microwave that pretzel is ready to go. komaeda's walking down the hall with it in hand, and this is going pretty smoothly until his luck acts up:

as a chair comes flying out of a classroom, it collides with a student nearby that's sends them into a domino effect. one senior pushing into a junior, there's an audible frustration between them, but nothing komaeda can hear or acknowledge as he continues minding his business. he notices something shiny on the floor though — a pda. someone must've dropped it, so he leans forward to pick it up, and that's when someone next to him unfortunately trips over him — by rolling off his back into a wall next to him.

thump!

in the classroom — 3A — to be exact, there's a student terrified of the thump, jumping in their chair which spills over their really, really, really hot coffee onto another person's lap. hopefully rokkun is watching this unfold, and hearing how bad that guttural scream courses through his ears because of the pain they're suffering from. concerned, the coffee owner is getting up to help the victim. outside, komaeda's looking over the stray pda, not too concerned about the screaming, or the person's body laying up against the wall that fell over him, and instead he's trying to see if he can unlock it. it doesn't come open unfortunately, so as he walks closer towards the classroom — the door slams open, and there are people rushing out with someone in tow.

komaeda looks up, watching whoever they are leave down the hall as they're sobbing from some unknown problem. as he walks towards the entrance of the classroom, there's a pool of coffee that's managed to slither across the floor. not paying attention, komaeda stands right by it as he scans the classroom until his eyes fall upon — there he is, rokkun! acknowledging him, komaeda gives a small wave, before showing the pretzel in hand to him. the moment he takes a step forward is at the same time the person who tripped over komaeda is already back on their feet, frustrated by the turn of events, and komaeda being in their way. behind him, the guy's roughly around komaeda's height, and he's ready to take a swing at him... that's until the ultimate steps in the coffee liquid, tripping forward — the pretzel flying out his hand, bouncing on one desk to another until it lands safely on rokkun's — onto the floor, and the guy misses his swing.

gasp!

which causes him to tumble forward, tripping over komaeda's body that's already on the ground, and falling into a desk — mouth first. ugh, hopefully he keeps his teeth.

well, that's a stroke of good luck if komaeda says so himself :) )

Edited (forgot to date actually) 2021-05-19 20:10 (UTC)

[ One of those things is definitely not like the other and she should be so glad that Hajun can't read minds. ]

I'm not, actually -- I may consider the music club, but I'm still a bit hesitant. [ aka he hates having to engage any more than he already has to; faking the funk and studying. ] Are you working on a project? Do you mind if I take a peek?

[ this was all I could think about tbh

Does Rokkun even want this cursed luck pretzel oh my god

He's just going to... pick up two of the other student's front teeth off the ground and stick them in his pockets and also pick Komaeda off the ground so they can share this pretzel somewhere far far away, they were never here, they weren't involved. ]

Music club's boring— you don't need a club to sing! You can go out and sing karaoke like normal people, who have friends.

[ You don't really need a club to draw either, but unlike a classroom repurposed into a music room but doesn't have as great of acoustics as, say, the auditorium, the art clubroom contains more supplies than she would be able to afford on her own, and plenty of space to spread out without needing a personal studio for her own room.

She is working on a project, though, and pushes through the door to lead the way to the music room, spinning on her heels once she's out the door and hops in place until she sees he's following him before turning back down the hall. ]

Are you any good with art? You're gonna be soooooo impressed, I promise!

( —That's fair, he supposes. He'd consider himself knowing a lot about the people in his year, but if he really narrows down who he knows the most about, it's only the people who've interested him prior. He has a passing knowledge of most people, but he'd never be able to tell you anything endlessly. )

I'm hurt; I thought we got along quite WELL. ( :') ...he's not hurt but he's acting it, oh boo hoo, just drop another book on his foot one day. ) But to answer your quesTION, more people than you think DO.

( He glances at Shuichi, then shrugs and holds out his opened, but otherwise untouched, custard-filled bread to Maya. It's either a peace offering for the conversation, which is a slightly nicer gesture than the end of their last conversation, or it's part of the payment for giving them the time of day and some things to think on to boot. Either way: )

Thank you for sparing us your TIME, Little Wolf, especially with how stressed you undoubtedly must be with everything on your HANDS. We appreciate the chat — we'll let you go a few minutes early in recomPENSE.

( If nothing else it's given them more to consider so, you know, it wasn't too terrible. )

( i'm literally in tears STOPPPPPP that's the teacher in the class right now. they don't even know that half of their students are gone.

where are they going, what is happening? ok, but komaeda is holding onto him so he doesn't trip again, but he seems pretty excited. he has this stray pda that won't open that's probably someone else's, so he guesses he should put it back where he found it, but there's doubt in his mind that rokkun will left him. instead, he's going to stare at his face to see if there's any pretzel crumbs. did he eat? did he eat? )

They are extreme.

[ She doesn't even deny it; they're extreme and that's the point, to see whether Ishimaru has the mettle to go to the extremes. As such, she looks somewhat disappointed in him, although she nods to herself as if that's what she expected anyways. ]

You should be prepared for such extremes if you seek a student council position. In the meantime, if you're at a loss for other possibilities... Protect my brother. Maybe eventually, I'll feel generous enough to help.

Door's unlocked!

[ comes somebody's voice, but at the same time Turing can hear the scrape of a stool being pushed aside and the footsteps of somebody walking to the door to get it. If Turing doesn't open the door in time, they'll see it open and another student stare and blink at the empty space above their head before his gaze lowers to proper eye level. ]

Huh.

[ Rokkun crouches down so he can look at Turing more comfortably, which also unfortunately means physically blocking the doorway. ]

Are you lost?

No.

[ She's going to whip around and punch him so hard in the solar plexus he can't move for the two seconds it takes for her to ditch him in the bathroom and go back to class. ]

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BELATEDLY..... sometime early may, maya-san cmere

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me shoving all my plot threads aside for leo

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after family meeting (13th or so? idk man, time is fake), art room

you dont have to reply, this is literally to give him the pretzel, oops may

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STARES INTO THE FAR DISTANCE...............................

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that was a 99% teeth rate drop, but komaedas are rare

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