"Oh." Suko blinked. "Yeh! Nakata!" They grinned at her. "Sorry
'bout that! Wanna go find something else, since this place is
apparently down for the count?"
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They took her by the arm and tugged her forward. Then, the door was
broken down by a panting Monokuma-bot. It saw them and it's beady
eyes shone.
"Noooo!" it wailed. "Please! Save meeee!"
"Mmm, nope!" Suko stepped around it. "I gotta see what's going on-"
their voice broke off and they stared at the room beyond.
"...Nevermind! Guess we're staying in here!"
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Koda gave a small huff. She was barely a touch interested in
whatever festivities she had to be a part of. Yet, a small thought
was corrupting its way through Koda. Perhaps she could look? Didn't
Monokuma say everyone had to participate? Koda mentally burrowed
away from the feeling. Moonling sighed and Cyber gave a rather
impatient sounding click of his tongue. I mean, nobody said we
had to be punctual... - Exactly! Whatever that means! - Stop giving
her ideas... - Noo, you have thistlefluff for brains. Who says Moon
is giving me ideas? - Me. She so is! - Not! Shut up Cyber! -
Awwghfth. - Shut up, you carnival game clowns. - Heh?! Koda
frowned. Stupid them. She wouldn't go. Maybe.
Fine. I'll go. - Ooh! She's interested! Did you hear that, Moon!
- ShUT UP, ahem, or she won't go. Koda rolled her eyes. She
blocked the image of Mindspace and stared blearily at the walls.
"Nopenopenope," Suko shut the door behind themself and pressed
their back up against it. They spotted Nakata. "Nakata!" they
begged. "Please! Help barricade it!"
The door visible thumped behind them. They gritted their teeth and
pushed harder against it. "Hurry! We can't-"
And then the door burst open, throwing them across the room.
And the Mono-Tutu bots poured through.
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I began strumming chords, and before I knew it, I was playing a
familiar song. Then I was singing it. Insecure, in a skin
Like a puppet, a girl on a string
Broke away, learned to fly
If you want her back you gotta let her shine
"Um. Keiki?" Niwa glanced self-consciously at Keiki. Then something
hardened in his gaze. "I want something," he declared. He reached
up and slipped out the bell at his ear, and unclasped the top,
letting it tumble into his hand. He offered it to Hisoka and Maji.
"Trade?"
"Ah-" Hisoka blinked. "Is that... real gold?"
"No. I got it at a garage sale. What do you think?"
"Oh." Something strange passed over Hisoka's face. "Well, what do
you think, Maji? Are we willing to part with our amazing
selection?"
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Hisoka smiled half to himself. "Yes. That wouldn't be good,
indeed."
Niwa eyed him suspiciously, but made his way past the two. He
examined the selection, letting his fingers brush over them all. He
didn't seem too happy- if his stiff shoulders were any indication.
"I like it," he mumbled after a minute. "Nice... designs."
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Niwa flinched a bit. He yanked his hands away from Keiki's, "I'm
okay," he whispered. "I- just-" he shuddered. "I don't trust them,"
he murmured in Keiki's ear.
He placed a trembling hand back in Keiki's. And then he pulled out
one of Hisoka's creations.
"Oh?" Hisoka cocked an eyebrow. "The bird?"
"It's like you," Niwa said, ignoring Hisoka. "It flies wherever it
wants. And it just lands when it wants to. And it's-" he smiled
nervously. "Beautiful. Like you."
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature