"Perhaps sushi-" he began. Then he thought of the way the mallet
had been brought down. How squishy Buraddo must've been against the
pages. And he found himself queasy at the thought of sinking his
teeth into the fish.
"Something light," he murmured. "Maybe just a salad."
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
"Got it. I'm gonna grab..." I thought about the different sounds
and sights of the trial. The squishing, the crunching of bones.
"I'll just grab something random."
"Good plan," Hisoka agreed, relieved. He didn't think he could
stomach having... anything fleshy near him right now. He'd
prefer to just stick to vegetables. "We can sit down at the
back."
He looked down at their hands, still intertwined. "We have a lot we
need to talk about."
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
Hisoka eventually decided to have some canned fruit. Disturbingly
enough, it appeared that food was starting to run low. Most of the
fresh stuff had gone rotten- he hadn't even dared to touch the
lettuce.
We could live off of this for a few days, he thought. But
then, we'd be out. This can't be sustainable.
The two sat down at the back of the cafeteria. Suzume's outburst
had caused uneasiness about- but now everyone was back in routine.
As always.
Hisoka wasn't different. He carefully spooned oversweetened peaches
onto his plate, and pushed them around with his fork.
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
Suzume frowned. "I..." She didn't feel much like eating.
"I'll be right back."
She took her pack with her, and headed over there... to the Nurse's
Office. She picked up the piece of paper, and stared at it.
"Maybe... I can figure it out from the number of characters. Come
on, think. Didn't I see something like this before?"
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That was the last of the peaches. But he just stared at his plate
for a while, swirling his mind through the shapes of the juice and
pulp which remained. He closed his eyes, breathed in sharply, and
pushed his chair out.
He stood up, compelled by urgent purpose- and then faltered. "I...
don't know what to do."
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
The words she spoke next were shouted. "I have something to
say! I have questions I want to ask you both, Hisoka Yamanaku, and
Niwa Atsushi! And... Suko as well." She cleared her throat as she
stepped further into the room. "But... there's something... I
wanted to bring up first."
She looked down slightly, too quiet in contrast all of a sudden. "I
was thinking... what if... we held a funeral, for everyone who
died? Together?"
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