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[misleaded]

[ Welcome to hell! Welcome to hell!

Which is to say, welcome to the morning after Ouma and Shuichi's game went a little further than it probably should have. Ouma had ended up killing even more time in the tacky love hotel by giving it another, more thorough investigative sweep -- not that he found anything particularly useful, but it's good to know the layout of the place and what exactly can all be found in there item-wise. Who knows what might end up being useful or relevant in this mutual killing game fiasco. Although he lowkey hopes some of the shit he found never ends up being relevant -- but knowing Miu, it's possible.

So Ouma's a little sleep deprived, between staying out that much later and...the general exhaustion...plus his inability to stop thinking about it. Even though he'll act like he slept like an absolute baby, 'cause he's a liar. He's even dragged himself to the cafeteria for breakfast, because that's how utterly unaffected he is. Plus, he is hungry.

Thankfully (but also annoyingly, because now he's gotta go see what they're up to right now), most of the ~*~student council~*~ of Angie's, aka the brainwashed idiots, aren't really around right now. That leaves...Korekiyo, Maki, Miu, and Kaito. What a wack group. Although one of the others might show up later...or altogether, since they're teaming up. No Shuichi either, which is interesting.

But not unsurprising, he supposes.

He doubts anything would've happened to him, but there's a paranoid part of him that kind of wonders.

He's almost considering just nabbing some snacks and taking them up to his room right now, because this is pretty uninteresting!! No fights breaking out or anything. Plus, the meal quality around here has really taken a nosedive since Kirumi's death. Oh, well...

The Monokubs will probably show up to say something inane, so he should stick around. ]

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[shyhara]

[A simple "thanks". That's...somehow more disconcerting than the normal runaround of lying and misdirection and brushing off all attempts at seriousness. Of course the one times he gets anything so easy and decent out of Ouma, he can't even be happy about it. Shuichi frowns, but chooses not to comment, focusing instead on how distressingly little Ouma seems to weigh.

Actually, scratch that, that's not a productive train of thought either. Better to just worrying about getting them back to the dorms.

He kinda...really hopes everyone's gotten back to the dorms already and went into their rooms for the night. As much as handling this situation alone is extremely worrying, and as much as he wishes the others would be a little more concerned about Ouma, he doesn't know what he'd say to anyone they bumped into.

At least it's not a far walk, and Ouma is cooperating (if slowly and unsteadily). It doesn't take too long to get back to the dorms, and mercifully, everything seems empty and quiet out in the lobby area.]

Do you think you can make it up the stairs?

[misleaded]

[ It occurs to Ouma (belatedly, but he can't be blamed for that right now -- he's exerting more than enough energy to just stay conscious as it is and it would be super embarrassing to pass out on Shuichi), that his own room is very much off-limits territory. He doesn't want Shuichi to even so much as glance inside of it -- anyone else, sure, he could bullshit this with, but Shuichi is the Ultimate Detective and he will not allow him to get near to seeing the inside of his room while he's still in the process of gathering evidence and figuring everything out in there.

... That, and it also seems like a legitimate struggle to get up the stairs right now, even with assistance. He kind of hates this! Ouma brings a hand to his forehead, trying to will the fever going on there to calm the fuck down.

Ouma eventually drags said hand down his face, sighing quietly. ]

... Dunno.

[ He doesn't want to suggest it himself, but he's lowkey hoping Shuichi might offer an alternative here.

The kind that doesn't involve his own room. ]

[shyhara]

[The slow response and lack of any nonsense is worrying. Shuichi adjusts his grip on Ouma, trying to get under his arm to better support him in case he's even less steady than he looks, and peers at the other boy's face with brows knitting together with concern.]

Do you want to rest here for a few minutes? Or...

[He sounds uncertain even just saying it. The longer they linger out here, the higher the chances that someone comes out of their room for some reason and seeing. Which he doubts Ouma wants.]

...Or...would you rather just go in my room?

[He grimaces, glancing away. God, he hopes that doesn't make it sound like he's just trying to get Ouma into his room at a vulnerable moment. It sounds awful to his own ears, always assuming the worst, but what else can he do? Options are a little bit limited, here.]