[Just a quiet little nod. Yes his hands are great, doing just fine these hands, yep.
They sure make a hilarious visual contrast, though. Sakyou is the exact opposite, with his perfect posture and squared shoulders, hands neatly folded together. He isnt exuding gloom, but there's an underlying tension even he can't shake or cover well.
His gaze drifts, first toward the skyline and then over to Mandricardo.]
I can't say I was expecting it to fall down quite like this. The events leading up to the death were certainly excessive... I can only assume it means being covert is no longer a concern of theirs.
Well, a part of me was expecting it to happen. That's the pessimist in me. But I don't think I expected murder. And nothing like what happened yesterday...
[He huffs, his eyes moving from the pavement to Sakyou.]
But the point is...I don't know if this was like, a thing from the inside or the outside. Because if the dorm leaders were attacked...then that implies this was somethin' never planned by this school, or whoever runs it. Or maybe the dorm leaders just weren't in the know.
It's possible that could have just been for show. [HE TOO IS A PESSIMIST who has a lot of trouble trusting, though he's tried not to make his suspicious nature quite so obvious here. No point being charitable with opinions now that someone is dead, though.]
Barring that, I believe they simply didn't know. They were unaware, supposedly, that none of us came here of our own volition. They had to ask the principal about it, who apparently said no mistakes had been made in our enrollment.
[So clearly some kind of fuckery is going on and Sakyou sure doesn't look happy about it!]
Moreover, the "failed class" makes it seem like something we're meant to treat as part of this school.
[It sure does seem like a sick prank!! Like a terrible joke done in the worst possible taste!! Whoever is responsible for setting the system up like this is definitely on Sakyou's shitlist right next to demons now.
But he knows getting worked up won't help anyone. He glances down toward the clenched fist at Mandricardo's side and reaches out to just barely, barely touch the side of his hand.]
...A farce like this can't be allowed to continue. We'll learn what happened last night and we can take measures and actions from there. For now, it's important to keep up one's strength and mental clarity.
[A little surprised noise at the touch - and then a blossoming of color across his cheeks when he realizes it was Sakyou. His fist releases, hand going slack.]
It can't. I agree on that. [And oof, mental clarity.] Easier said than done, but...at the moment, there's nothing else we can do. We're kinda just...stuck.
[Just a little nod! He's trying to convey a little reassurance in fewer words, letting Mandricardo know he doesn't have to gloomy vibe or stress about it alone. He pulls his hand back after, folding them together again in a neat, sweeping gesture.]
Yes, we are. I'm certain it's part of the design of this place.
[Or maybe that's his paranoia talking! Either way. Once they get to he cafeteria, he'll step forward.]
[It's definitely a small gesture - but he's certainly very touched, the gloomy aura around him diminishing. Not quite relaxed, but hey, it's getting somewhere.]
The design...? Ya think it was planned that far in advance?
[Mmmm. He does not like the sound of that. The next part, though.]
Uh. [And like it knows it, his stomach growls.] Oh. Sorry. I just forgot to eat, so...yeah.
[Tiny steps in the right direction...! Sakyou's expression is still soft, but he does frown a little at that.]
Do you not think so? They seem far too prepared for it to be anything but.
[Again, might be his paranoia talking, but...
--Oop, there goes Mandricardo's stomach.]
Most people tend to forget that sort of thing in situations like this. [Said with a little quirk of a smile. That's where he comes in!! To aggressively motherhen everyone into remembering to eat.] Do you have a preference for food?
[SOMETIMES YOU JUST NEED CLUES AND YOU HAVE NOTHING, ONLY AN EMPTY STOMACH!!
But he'll just gently wave the offer off.]
It's fine, don't worry yourself. [He can do this much!! But he'll mosey off to go get some STUFF... And return with a couple cups of tea, along with some, like. Neutral breakfast foods. Rice or porridge or something easy to digest, along with some extras. More fruit for Mandricardo, his strawberries can live again.
He'll set the tray down between the two of them, gently placing one of the cups before Mandricardo before sitting down, too.]
[YEAH HOW ELSE IS HE GOING TO MOM EVERYONE IF HE DOESN'T HAVE HIS OWN SHIT AT LEAST PARTIALLY TOGETHER!!
This poor, sad introvert though, damn. Trial is going to be a hell. He'll just nod along as Mandricardo talks though, lacking any judgment for his introvert-y limits.]
That's a good idea. I'll do the same. Perhaps we can reconvene at a later point in the day to share what it is we've learned or found to that point...
[Too bad it's gonna be NOTHIN'. Or, like, mostly nothin'.]
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They sure make a hilarious visual contrast, though. Sakyou is the exact opposite, with his perfect posture and squared shoulders, hands neatly folded together. He isnt exuding gloom, but there's an underlying tension even he can't shake or cover well.
His gaze drifts, first toward the skyline and then over to Mandricardo.]
I can't say I was expecting it to fall down quite like this. The events leading up to the death were certainly excessive... I can only assume it means being covert is no longer a concern of theirs.
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[He huffs, his eyes moving from the pavement to Sakyou.]
But the point is...I don't know if this was like, a thing from the inside or the outside. Because if the dorm leaders were attacked...then that implies this was somethin' never planned by this school, or whoever runs it. Or maybe the dorm leaders just weren't in the know.
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Barring that, I believe they simply didn't know. They were unaware, supposedly, that none of us came here of our own volition. They had to ask the principal about it, who apparently said no mistakes had been made in our enrollment.
[So clearly some kind of fuckery is going on and Sakyou sure doesn't look happy about it!]
Moreover, the "failed class" makes it seem like something we're meant to treat as part of this school.
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[Regardless, its not like they can confirm with the dorm leaders.]
And no one I've talked to has ever seen them since we came here...
[Too busy. Always too busy . His fist clenches at his side.]
Yeah...I noticed that. It's like...rubbing salt in the wound. Like it's just part of some sick game.
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But he knows getting worked up won't help anyone. He glances down toward the clenched fist at Mandricardo's side and reaches out to just barely, barely touch the side of his hand.]
...A farce like this can't be allowed to continue. We'll learn what happened last night and we can take measures and actions from there. For now, it's important to keep up one's strength and mental clarity.
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[A little surprised noise at the touch - and then a blossoming of color across his cheeks when he realizes it was Sakyou. His fist releases, hand going slack.]
It can't. I agree on that. [And oof, mental clarity.] Easier said than done, but...at the moment, there's nothing else we can do. We're kinda just...stuck.
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Yes, we are. I'm certain it's part of the design of this place.
[Or maybe that's his paranoia talking! Either way. Once they get to he cafeteria, he'll step forward.]
Food - do you think you can stomach something?
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The design...? Ya think it was planned that far in advance?
[Mmmm. He does not like the sound of that. The next part, though.]
Uh. [And like it knows it, his stomach growls.] Oh. Sorry. I just forgot to eat, so...yeah.
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Do you not think so? They seem far too prepared for it to be anything but.
[Again, might be his paranoia talking, but...
--Oop, there goes Mandricardo's stomach.]
Most people tend to forget that sort of thing in situations like this. [Said with a little quirk of a smile. That's where he comes in!! To aggressively motherhen everyone into remembering to eat.] Do you have a preference for food?
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[Just what kind of power could they have, to hold this place in such a terrifying thrall.]
...Uh. Yeah. [He's embarrassed! Looking away.] No big preference, really. I just eat what I can.
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[THAT'S A TOMORROW PROBLEM, SAYS SAKYOU IN THE MOST ELEGANT WAY POSSIBLE.
But he'll nod a little then, making a sweeping gesture over toward one of the tables! One off toward the side, for Mandricardo's social anxieties...]
Wait a moment then, and I'll fetch us something.
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[Darn mysteries! Needing CLUES to be solved! Ugh!]
You sure...? I mean, I could help...
[But obedient, he awkwardly nods his head and goes over to the table to take a seat.]
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But he'll just gently wave the offer off.]
It's fine, don't worry yourself. [He can do this much!! But he'll mosey off to go get some STUFF... And return with a couple cups of tea, along with some, like. Neutral breakfast foods. Rice or porridge or something easy to digest, along with some extras. More fruit for Mandricardo, his strawberries can live again.
He'll set the tray down between the two of them, gently placing one of the cups before Mandricardo before sitting down, too.]
I hope this will suffice.
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Oh, that's...more than enough.
[And a little nod of his head, before he reaches for one of the bowls of porridge.]
Thank you, Sakyou. I really appreciate it.
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His head inclines forward a little though, as he takes some of the rice for himself.]
Of course, it's the very least I can do. If one doesn't eat properly, it's much harder to face a difficult day.
[AND BOY... DIFFICULT DAY(S) AHEAD.]
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[He eats some of the porridge. It's nice to ground one's self, even with breakfast foods.]
Yeah. I think I'll...try to gather information where I can, before I reach my limit as an introvert...try to figure stuff out.
[He can only talk to so many people during one day, after all!!]
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This poor, sad introvert though, damn. Trial is going to be a hell. He'll just nod along as Mandricardo talks though, lacking any judgment for his introvert-y limits.]
That's a good idea. I'll do the same. Perhaps we can reconvene at a later point in the day to share what it is we've learned or found to that point...
[Too bad it's gonna be NOTHIN'. Or, like, mostly nothin'.]
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...Sounds like a plan. [A nod!] We just need to, like, brainstorm.
[A huff.]
I kinda wish things just kept going like they did. Now everything is upside down. Just one big mess.