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[ She meant more that Komaeda should've run and gotten torn apart by zombies but when she thinks about it, Ishimaru would do a good job in the student council. That's not something to be happy about, though. ]

Yeah. And that's not bad luck you have, that's you being delusional. Love is for another person! The entire person! A whole person! You can't just love an aspect— and an aspect can't love you back!

Living is a given, but what am I supposed to do? Clutch my knife and jump at every shadow?

[ 'cause that's what existing in this school is feeling like. If you aren't being stabbed by friends, you're being nibbled on by invisible imps. Living isn't so easy as being alive. ]

He's not! He's— uhh.

[ He shuts up in the face of this barrage of questions being fired at him faster than he can deny them one by one. ]

..."Sultrily"?

[ He's trying to imagine this, actually, and he looks a little disturbed ]

... I don't really know.

[said with genuine remorse, like a preteen not having all the answers is unforgivable.]

[ The back of his hand is now streaked green and yellow and Chiaki can work with that too. But only if he stays still, and she punches him on the shoulder to remind him of that fact. ]

I said don't move! This isn't like resin, you're not going to get all crusty from a little paint, you know?

[ Dad- I mean Lucifer- I mean Senpai, please help us get crime peaches ]

I've never been to the city before... What about the wisteria tree in the school? Does it look like a dwarf, or do you think it'll keep getting bigger and bigger?

...I love every Ultimate here, if that's what you mean. It's the purest form of love that I have, and I'd give anything to see them all succeed.

( and if that love of his means that he has to die for them, then so be it. it's because they all represent hope, and even chiaki's hope is shimmering as ever so he's excited to see how she fares with everyone else. )

Loving hope... that's all I've had, and all I ever will.

( he pauses, looking at the wish slip she writes on. )

Loving someone else... to see myself loved... no on wants that with me. I've accepted it, Kudo-san... I am jealous you are able to... have feelings like this in general.

( Like some sort of terrible little rat, Natsume's placed Maya's gift in the piano, on the lightest strings so she's sure to notice the extra pressure on her playing. It's a box gift-wrapped in white and red paper, and tucked beneath the bow is a blank index card with the drawing of a cat and a certain symbol on it.

The box contains:
1. A small bomb, similar to the one he dropped down the sink, though if she tries it she'll find out it's a dud! She's smart, she'll probably be able to figure out how to make her own working backwards from his. He wasn't going to make this easy for her.
2. Small, stoppered vials of pale colors: red, blue, violet, and green. The first is cinnamon, the second is wisteria, the third is lavender, and the fourth and final one is mint. They're concentrates which, if diluted, can be used sparingly as perfume. Or as really obnoxious bomb ingredients, whichever suits a lady's passions.
3. And finally, terribly out of place, a note mentioning there's a ghost of a young girl haunting the school who is fond of fingernails and cats.

Con....gratulations! (?) )

[ tfw you're disappointed by a 10-year-old

Nao sighs, looking back down at the knife on her lap. ... ]

...Are you and him friends?

OW FUCK! [ Well that was(the punch) more tolerable to him then whatever this is that she is doing. Hes starting to get restless, watching her paint along his hands. He decides to ruin also whatever this is she is doing. By talking - which basically is breathing. ] ... Why are you painting I came here to talk to you about murder!

[ I can't believe this. She's not even mad about the bomb being a dud, but she would have been Furious if he had set a real active bomb inside the piano, she would have gutted him and replaced the still missing strings with them. What the heck is all of this... A bomb she asked for, information about a ghost she didn't ask for...

The next time she comes to school she smells faintly of lavender. ]

[... hold on give her a minute to word this properly.]

I'm his friend! And I hope he thinks of me as a friend, but, y'know... Some people don't like using the word, but he did give me a bowling ball. If that isn't friendship, I don't know what is.

[ She would punch him on the mouth to make him stop talking, but that would get paint on her hands, so he's spared. For now. ]

I'm painting 'cause it's club time! [ She slathers green paint on his other cheek. ] I'm not interested in collaboration in murder, anyways.

[ She can do it herself, thanks ]

WHAT! I dont wanna DO IT WITH YOU!! [ That would sound so strange if someone walked by. ] UGH, I just came to BRAG. Plus I was wondering if you met the hot counselor dude yet. Thought he was your type when I met him - to be honest .

[ Maybe she should punch him in the mouth tbh. He stays in position FOR NOW. ]

Okay, see, that sounds like a love a parent has for their child.

[ Giving everything they have for the sake of success? That's parenthood.

She frowns a little at the wish slip, the one about love, and adds Komaeda's name to the end of it. ]

Not everybody love loves, though, and that's fine too. Do you just want the experience, or what? I can give that to you, 'cause it feels like dying.

[ That's what being in love feels like... dying... ]

[ Conversations like this is why the other arm members tend to clear out of the room when Hyde arrives. Just leave on bathroom breaks and never come back. ]

One or two murders isn't gonna impress me.

[ She sticks her tongue out at Hyde. Kill more, then maybe she'll care. ]

And yeah, I've met him before. He's hot, but he doesn't shine like Sena does, so I don't care. Why? Does he shine to you?

Why the fuck did he give you a bowling bowl?

[ First of all, what the fuck? Second of all, those things are sort of expensive? They're HEAVY. For Hiro to make that sort of effort, that's got to speak of friendship on some level. ]

We'd been talking about lawn bowling, and I... think it was about that? I don't know if he knows the difference between that and regular bowling. He's not a very sporty kind of guy... It was really nice. It reminds me of home.

[beat]

Well, "talking." It's charades. But, I'm really good at charades!

hmmm... No - no one shines quite like Rikachan though.

[ Hyde actually mulls over that thought, thinking about what the other said. ] You know Im a legit murderer, [ he says with attitude like hes trying to sound cool. ]I COULD kill more if I wanted to but that takes effort and Im lazy.

[ More like bored, and often kills through emotional outbursts. ]

HEY, have you met Rikachan?

Rikachan? Rikkan? Yeah! She's one of my best friends— we're classmates! You're right that nobody shines quite like her, but Sena still shines more!

[ Nobody can compare in her eyes ]

You being a legit murderer's not gonna impress her, either! You know that, right? If you're gonna kill, do it for a reason. It can't just be numbers.

ehhhh...? I dont wanna impress her she impresses me - you think I give a damn how others feel Chichi? [ Oh no what a nickname he picked for her, he grins and laughs just slightly. ] No, the world is for me to conquer and consume all the little yummy things - ya know??? Like her, I dont care about impressin' her.

Eh, eh ? Do you wanna impress that weirdo Izumi?? Eh?

( listen... sultry rokkun only exists in the depths of rika's deranged imagination. that said, since he's a tulpa, maybe she can fantasize it into reality — )

Yeah! Like...

( she lets go of his face, finally, but not for long — one hand slams against the closed locker next to him, as she crowds him against it into a makeshift kabedon (makeshift because she's gremlin-sized) while her second grabs him by the chin. this is where she'd lift it up normally, but... no such luck... so she just keeps it down.

she still leans in, all serious and inconspicuous, whispering a very-not-sultry: )

You're working for me now, kitten. Got it?

( love a parent gives their child? he raises his brow in confusion, a little taken aback by her words. he doesn't think that's the case, but there's been many times he became irritable when they waffled and waited for the answers to their problems. he's never been the type to hold their hand the entire duration of their predicament, but... isn't that love something you'd give to anyone?

he's been watching her this entire time, so to see his name labeled on it causes him to chuckle. is that what he gets for lacking empathy for others? chiaki, someone honest with her feelings, and who appears to have a knack for understanding them. komaeda gets it to a degree, it's to escalate his hope! )

What about my life that I have no recollection of... did I achieve love in them? If so, there's really no need to help me here, I'm happy the way I am.

( she did say she knew izumi since middle school. he plays along with it too. )

My past should have that sort of thing to himself, and... ( he taps the wish slip since his attention is still on it. ) is that your wish, Kudo-san?

( he takes a wish slip, starting to write her name on top as he waits for her response. ) Do you want the pain to stop?

[At this point half the school's staff already want to kick Lucifer's ass so what's one more person on top of that.

Anyway he's been blabbing instead of eating so he'll just, you know, finish off the tiramisu while they're gone... and then maybe push some desks aside so that there's room to go teach a kid how to swordfightdance without risk of murder... (sitcom laugh track plays)]

The wisteria...? ( oh hmmmm, let her look down out the window... ) Oh... I'm not sure, actually, but I think it's the size it's supposed to be. ... Watch it get bigger suddenly, cause I said that.

( mary, mary, quite contrary, how do soul trees grow? )

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me thinking about all the fruit trees my roommate planted last month, when will we get fruit

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mid-june-ish, item 3 - maya "is this the last one" yeah, just like the 3-item regain rule

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send me some fruit ori