Night 44: M1-M10 Hallway
Oh gods, it was back. He was going to end up trying to eat someone. Junpei just knew it. last night he managed to avoid that by not leaving his room, mostly because he was waiting for Ryouji who never showed, but that didn't matter. What mattered was Junpei couldn't stay put in his room this night. He needed to blow off some steam. He needed
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Related, it wasn't until he'd moved past Alkaid that he realized yet another catch in his night- Tsukasa's room was in the same hall as his. Somehow, he'd forgotten the Wavemaster was generally with them... and that he'd even considered introducing Alkaid that very night. The Adept Rogue made an odd act out of walking past the room, his mind buzzing with so much information at once that it might as well have been blank. He stared at the door until he practically would have had to turn and walk backward to continue.
So distracting was that one thing that he almost avoided entirely the opportunity to realize and become unsettled over the block hallways' resemblance to each other in the context of past events. Almost- it was probably a good thing they had been at Leon's room the night before instead of somewhere near here- it would just be one more cruelty piled on if there had been something like bloodstains still on the floor. The thought made Haseo nauseous, and his limbs felt odd in remembrance of fading away while he was distinctly not in a video game.
"Room 4," he offered suddenly, for Alkaid's benefit, and hissed through his teeth in what probably would have turned into a sardonic laugh had he been in any sort of higher spirits at all. The more time passed here, the more the assignment seemed to be an outright mockery.
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"Haseo, you sit down..." The commanding tone in his voice surprised him; he wasn't used to being the one giving any kind of order. It was strange and unnerving, and he decided he didn't want to do that any more than was necessary. He decided to focus on other things for a moment - first, returning the sword to Haseo's closet, which he did, then taking a seat himself, in the chair on his side. He didn't say anything else, instead, simply waited.
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She followed Haseo into his room, still wondering a little bit about what that hiss had been about. Hey, they hadn't turned him into a .. part-man-part-cat or something, right? Alkaid sure as hell hoped not. Catty he could be, but she liked her men without bestial features, thanks. No Tu Tribe. No nekomimi.
Endrance's order seemed more motherly than anything, which was kinda cute. She found herself following it regardless, even though it'd been aimed at Haseo. She pulled out the chair at the desk, turned it around, and sat on it cross-legged, crossing her arms over the back of it.
Then she clicked her tongue. "So, what now?"
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A moment later, he flung the thing at the wall on Kanji's side with as much force as he could muster, and there was a resounding crack as the room abruptly fell to half its former brightness. Given the lights' sturdiness, it wasn't clear exactly what, if anything, had been actually broken, but Haseo didn't bother to analyze the damage, backing and sitting on his bed heavily. The anger was so thick about him it seemed a wonder his crazy-ass video game powers didn't cause him to glow in the dark.
It did appear that he'd gotten some of his usual destruction of his side done though, even if dinner was now an unclear haze... at least, there was a sense of casual disarray that seemed like something he'd do, and a long-sleeved shirt still lay on his bed in a way that suggested he'd thrown it there. He wondered irritably if he'd removed it himself before he'd been dragged off.
"What do you mean, 'now what?'" he asked, tone low and sullen. As he spoke, he picked the shirt up, pulling it on with rough indifference to any soreness, then tugging the sleeves' ends down past the bruises on his wrists. "Just wait for this night to finally end...."
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