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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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[shyhara]

[Unfortunately (or maybe it's fortunately, who knows), the Monokubs are not the ones who make a fashionably late entrance. Nope, that's all Shuichi, looking even less like he got a good night's sleep. Because he didn't, and he's not a liar.

Even having left the hotel a good while earlier than Ouma last night and heading right back to his room, mercifully without runing into anyone on the way, sleep had not come for a while. He's not often one too fall asleep easily to begin with, but his overactive brain had been running wild and getting it to shut up long enough to pass out had been a struggle. He slept straight through the morning announcement and he still doubts he got more than a few hours of sleep.

It'd probably be the best for his mental state to avoid the source of his inner turmoil for a while. But of course, life is never that nice to him, so Ouma is one of the few people actually in the cafeteria.

Awesome.

Not great at smoothly handling awkward social situations on his best days, and especially frazzled right now, Shuichi lingers in the doorway for way too long. Is he supposed to avoid talking to Ouma? Or try to act completely normal like nothing happened? Should he just skip breakfast and ollie outie right now before anyone notices him? Too late for that, a few of the others have already looked up and made eye contact and oh god.

Kaito, hero that he is, comes to the rescue with an enthusiastic greeting and wave, glossing right over Shuichi's probably very obvious hesitation. He gestures to the empty seat beside him and Shuichi gratefully hurries to take it before he seems even weirder. It's only once he's actually seated that he realizes he's seated himself right across from Ouma, and a tinge of pink works its way onto his face as he pointedly keeps his eyes on the table in front of him.

Jesus, it'll be a miracle if he survives this one meal without self-destructing. Any even longer period of time seems like a lost cause.]

[shyhara]

[True to his word, Shuichi went straight to sleep once Ouma left. And this time he actually got some decent rest. Huh. It's almost like leaving off on a more positive note is way less stressful or something. That said, he sleeps through the better part of the afternoon as a result. His sleeping schedule will definitely be fucked for a while, but he supposes it's fine for now. As least he's rested enough for the evening's sudden new plans.

Yeah, this definitely isn't how he imagined the day would go when he got up this morning. But he could have said the same thing about yesterday, so apparently that's just the theme of his life right now.

But with some actual sleep under his belt and mood improved by that and a few other factors, he's content enough as he knocks on Ouma's dorm door. Hopefully he's actually in and Shuichi doesn't have to go hunting for him. But he wouldn't put a spontaneous game like that past Ouma either.]

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[ ding dong the bitch is dead

Which is to say, it is the night and subsequent events following Korekiyo's trial for his orchestrated double-murder and following punishment. Three more of them are dead now, and Himiko (along with everyone else) has had a pretty good cry tonight. At least now Himiko is sleeping instead of crying, and Gonta's in the midst of carrying her to her room while everyone else is gearing up to return to theirs. If he were feeling more up to it, Ouma might be pseudo-salty or something about the fact that Gonta is carrying Himiko to her room instead of carrying him, since Gonta usually is gullibly at Ouma's beck and call and Ouma's the one with the concussion right now --

But oh yeah, he's been ignoring that since the trial started. Thankfully his hair is already a mess, because Ouma's lackluster job of rinsing everything off and slapping a bandaid over the head injury is at least obscured by said hair. There's probably still some blood matted in there, but it's not obvious to the eye -- it's fucking obvious to Ouma though, because he's noticed if he moves too fast or gets too excited (like during the trial) he becomes lightheaded all over again. He can't think of anything that might've been worse than passing out in the middle of a class trial, so he's glad he was able to persevere that long.

Still, he doesn't feel that great, so while everyone else is still high on emotions and having a bonding Moment, Ouma only finds himself eager to dismiss himself from the group as his steps become increasingly less steady. It's not uncommon for him to ditch the conglomerate anyway, so... ]

Weeell, I think I've had enough craziness for one night! Hopefully Monokuma really did kill Shinguji-chan's soul too... Y'know, so he doesn't come back to haunt anyone. Serial killers sure are scary!!

[ Back at it again with the bad timing and bad jokes -- Ouma gives a small wave (even though he knows with his comments nobody's going to miss his presence, anyway) as he starts his process of impromptu ditching. ]