FOR CAIMAN

[duranduel]

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w1 wednesday

[duranduel]

[Well, here's a Mandricardo out in the wild. He's being a good boy and is just coloring in some coloring books for homework. It's a nice day. The sun is shining.]

[Hopefully there are no lizards around to bother him EXCEPT THERE ARE HELLO SIR]

[Mandricardo lets out a yelp when he notices the other like right next to him.]

Ah! W-what do you want!

[headsplitter]

[ HELLO YOUNG SIR ITS A 7' CROCODILE SUDDENLY WAY TOO CLOSE how does such a massive body travel so quietly??? You'll never know!!! ]

Hey...

[ Low, like he's judging him... ]

How good did you say you were with your sword again?

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U-Uh? Pretty good? Maybe? Why does that matter!?

[Kind of making a shooing gesture??]

Don't stand so close!

[headsplitter]

[ ABSDBLS THE SHITPOST

Caiman is unfazed and he will lean closer!!! ]

Can you hit a baseball with it?

[duranduel]

...

[uh]

A what?

[throne of heroes, probably: yeah let the servants know phones and elevators and stuff but baseball? binch no]

[headsplitter]

Baseball! Can you play baseball?

[ He just thinks Mandricardo misheard him it's fine! ]

[duranduel]

What the HELL is baseball??

WEEK 3, MONDAY - COSTUME EMPORIUM.

[headsplitter]

[ I think subjecting Mandricardo to depictions that are supposedly of his tale but are probably historically immensely inaccurate is a hilarious as fuck starter.

That being said, Caiman is here, just digging through the costumes and stuff. ]

The hell is all this! Looks like it came out of a Sorcerer's closet! [ Holding up something that literally looks like pieces of clunky cloth held together with zippers. ]

[duranduel]

[This is especially funny because...Mandricardo is here with his armor! Wow! And also a hat. Less wow!]

[He looks dubiously at Caiman holding up Nomura's nightmare.]

Uh...is that even...clothing?

[headsplitter]

[ WHEEZES. MANDY YOUR HAT. ]

It's in the costumes section, it's some kind of clothing! Oi, you always dress weird, you'd know what's weirder than weird right? What do you think?

And the hell is that? [ Pointing at his dunce cone. ]

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W-What do you mean, I dress weird-!

[And he gets flustered at Caiman pointing the dunce hat out, glancing away.]

It's nothing! Nothing, I tell ya!

[headsplitter]

It's something! Is it an extra credit assignment to advertise that you are a moron?! That sucks!

[duranduel]

I-It's not extra credit! I have no idea what it is! [And he actually takes it off his head? So its...not stuck, or anything.] It just showed up!

[STOP PERCEIVING HIM]

w3 post trial

[duranduel]

[I don't remember where this actually is location-wise but wherever Caiman is at, here is Mandricardo!]

[He'll just sit down in a cross-legged position, staring at him for a while. He looks so exhausted.]

...Are you feeling better?

[headsplitter]

[ Yeah I have no idea where this is either actually but it's fine. It's somewhere. But haha wow you're in for a sight Mandy!

Caiman's here! But wow is he in a rough shape. I think at this point, Otome or somebody likely bandaged up his face so Mandy doesn't get the absolute worst of it, but it's still clear he looks pretty fucked up. Between the self-mutilation and the puking blood, even if his face isn't fixed, his front looks a right mess.

...He doesn't answer Mandricardo. He sits there, still as a statue, catatonic. ]

[duranduel]

...

[He grimaces. He really is a terrible sight. And a part of it makes him feel a spike of guilt, deep inside.]

You know, back then, I...really did enjoy eating gyoza with you.

[headsplitter]

[ Trying to write a serious tag but just looking at 'HEY GIRL I CANT FIT THROUGH THE DOOR' and just losing it is the mood rn.

That being said, when Mandricardo speaks, Caiman does stir a little bit. So it's not as if he's completely hollow, it seems. Turning his head ever-slightly, a microscopic and barely perceptible movement of his head towards him.

But he's still silent. ]

[duranduel]

[SOMETIMES YOU JUST CAN'T FIT THROUGH THE DOOR]

[But that's fine. Mandricardo is used to monologues, after all. And its easier to talk without having to hear what Caiman says, at the moment. He thinks that if he said something, rebuked him, it would just hurt more.]

And deep down, I was...excited to play baseball with you. I didn't even know what it was. And you sayin' you liked me, I...was happy. You were nice.

[...]

I guess I'm just...trying to understand. The man I knew, and the man that killed Molly.

[Because it feels like such wildly different pictures that it feels impossible to reconcile.]

[headsplitter]

[ There's silence, and then his head twitches a little, downward this time. ]

...I don't know... I don't know why it happened.

WEEK 7, MONDAY - CAFETERIA or HEALTH OFFICE.

[headsplitter]

[ What the fuck is up Mandy!!! You get two choices:

Guess who is out here wandering the cafeteria, looking at food. Definitely looting whatever food seems appropriate, mostly in preparation for the rest of the week and making sure the people around him are fed while at it. He's also got the lower half of his mask pushed up, looks like, and is eating a curry bread while he does. That is definitely a human face of what's visible under there, no lizard here. Mandy can catch him as he's doing this, or after he's left after getting a backpackful of this.

Alternatively, he can find him in the health office, trying to sift through the bandaids and aspirins for anything better. Pocketing those too, for what may come. Again, he can find him in here doing this, or catch him as he's leaving. ]

[duranduel]

[At first, Mandricardo just reacts instinctively, holding up his hands in apology when he walks in on this complete stranger eating curry bread.]

Uh, I'm...I'm sorry. [And then a double blink white guy gif.] W-Wait. Ca...no. Aikawa? That you?

[headsplitter]

[ Mandi assigned white...

He swallows the bread and pulls the mask back over his face. ]

Yeah. What's up? Mandricardo, isn't it?

Want one? [ CURRY BREAD. ]

[duranduel]

[I'M SO SORRY MANDI YOU'RE NOT WHITE, I'M MAKING THE MEME REFERENCE]

That's...me. Right. [And a glance down.] S...ure?

[headsplitter]

[ ASHSHF IM SORRY MANDI I DIDN'T MEAN TO ASSIGN YOU WHITE EITHER.

But sure, he grabs one of these curry breads he's stockpiling and tosses it over to him. It's like, sealed in a plastic bag so for the record, he isn't just throwing a bread directly at himi. ]

[duranduel]

[me erasing mandricardo being mongolian like no he is White now]

Thanks-! [And catching it!] So...guess it's good to be back?