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[ 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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[ Hm... It's kind of reassuring that Shuichi doesn't ultimately ask anything impossible or downright annoying for him, so there's at least that. He supposes he can be satisfied with this. He definitely feels more at ease with this, even if there's still a detail that's bugging him.

Nonetheless, Ouma looks back at Shuichi finally with a grin, his tone perking up once again. ]

Yeah, sure! Whateeever you want! ...Ah, but I just wanna check one thing so I know for sure, 'kay?

[ He says the latter like he's suddenly remembered something, and he'll move to lean back in the doorway (and consequently Shuichi's personal space) again. Presumably for subtlety's sake, since his voice drops to something more low and serious when he speaks again. ]

...Should I be forgetting about last night completely?

[Shuichi edges further into his room just a little as Ouma goes right back to testing the boundaries of his personal bubbles. Whatever spell had let him stand his ground a few minutes ago seems to be broken now.

Or maybe it's just that what Ouma's asking has his face flushing and his shoulders hunching slightly with embarassment. Lord. He's willing to believe that that's a show of good will, that Ouma might really mean it and was giving him an out to pretend the whole thing never happened, which is...a nice gesture. maybe. He thinks. But he instantly knows his answer, and it's kinda mortifying enough that Ouma might as well just be teasing him some more.]

That's...not what I'm asking.

[He doesn't really know what exactly to call this..."relationship", as Ouma put it. But he's pretty sure pretending it didn't happen at all would only be more depressing. Wasn't Ouma being so careless about it what bothered him in the first place? He can't make it as a big a deal for Ouma as it is for him, but forgetting the whole thing isn't the answer the that.

Besides. Even if it was a one-time thing and makes whatever friendship they might have a little awkward, he doesn't want to forget what Ouma was like last night. Maybe that makes him a creep, but he can admit that much at least just to himself. How can he cling to that memory and tell Ouma to forget the whole thing?]

[ Ouma's grin widens almost immediately at Shuichi's answer, and he'll push himself back out of Shuichi's personal space almost as abruptly as he had entered it. He claps his hands together lightly, as if establishing some kind of satisfaction or resolution he's feeling. ]

...O-kay! Then I'll let my beloved Saihara-chan get some rest so he doesn't end up looking like a hideous zombie!

[ Ouma's about to turn around and everything, but he stops halfway in his tracks to tack on one last thing. ]

Oh, but only if you make up for that terrible lie from earlier...

[This is clearly just more nonsense from the nonsense goblin. Given how eager he is to do as was just suggested and get some sleep, he'd be justified in being annoyed and closing the door in Ouma's face at this point. Or at least just rolling his eyes and pointing out how bullshit that demand is.

But curiosity is definitely a fatal flaw of his. Maybe he just feels compelled to give Ouma a chance after that sorta-compromise, who knows.]

How?

[He, uh, still remembers very clearly the last time Ouma was bargaining with him over something ridiculous. Last night. And how all that turned out.

Yeah, he can't help the way his face reddens, eyebrows drawing together and hand coming up to cover his mouth because he knows he must be making some kind of weird expression just thinking of it.]

[ Ouma almost laughs at the face Shuichi gives him right now, but he refrains -- if only because Shuichi is humoring him in spite of how much wringing Ouma's done on him so far today. So that's something.

He lifts an index finger up, like he's making a point. ]

It's actually the one you told at breakfast... Y'know, about watching a movie together.

[ ......Okay, it's ridiculous. But at least it's harmless?

Ouma puts on a fake show of being extra sad about this as he explains. ]

It's just soooo unfair to make that up, 'cause I've never been invited to do something like that at all! What a cruel lie to tell, Saihara-chan...

[It's so innocent and harmless and wildly opposite of where his brain had been going (completely against his will, definitely) that he can't even do anything to hide the surprised expression that crosses his face.]

You want to watch a movie together?

[Or. Is it about being invited in the first place? Shuichi isn't really surprised to hear that, given how Ouma usually acts -- fuck, he doesn't even wonder if it might just be a lie, he's so unsurprised -- but it is kind of sad. Despite Ouma obviously playing it up for dramatic effect, even. Maybe the other boy really just doesn't know how to deal with people normally and acts out for attention because he feels left out and it's all an unfortunate, tragic cycle.

Or maybe Shuichi is overthinking it and Ouma's just looking for an excuse to goof around. Still, after a long moment just looking at Ouma, he rephrases that.]

...Do you want to watch a movie with me later, Ouma-kun?

[ Ouma seems to bounce back really quickly as soon as Shuichi asks him that, not even bothering to hide the pleased look on his face. ]

I mean, I'd have to check my schedule...

[ Bitch what schedule. ]

...But I should prooobably be available whenever you want! Since I'm not running my organization right now, I've got loads of free time.

[ Please spend time with his lonely ass. ]

Just don't turn my lie into a truth, okay? Let's pick something interesting to watch!

[Jeeze, Ouma really can't just come out and say anything directly. But he seems happy, and it's kind of satisfying to have gotten something so right after the how the last 24 hours have gone. Sure, Ouma kinda handed him that one on a silver platter, but give him a break, he's tired and willing to take what victories he can get.

Leaning against the door, he manages a nod and a weary smile. God, Ouma has really put him through the wringer today.]

Then I'll come find you after I've gotten some sleep.

[Unless you want him dozing off on you mid-movie.]

[ While the situation pleases Ouma himself, Ouma also finds that he's kind of happy about the fact that Shuichi seems more at ease with him. It's stupid, because he absolutely loves playing it off like he doesn't give a fuck whenever someone's pissed with him, but it's a different vibe entirely to have Shuichi less patient with him than normal. Less fun, maybe?

He prefers being able to have fun with Shuichi instead, he thinks. ]

Okie-dokie! I'll be around.

[ Y'know. Killing-game willing, anyway.

Not that he's too paranoid about that right now, because he's going to be holing himself up in his own room for a while, anyway.

He'll offer Shuichi a small wave before finally leaving the poor, sleep-deprived kid be and heading for the dormitory stairs that are nearby. Goodnight, sweet detective... ]

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