[ So hey, single-papa-to-a-kabuki-mask-Shuu is in the cafeteria. His mask looks plain as fuck, he's a chef not an artist. And he's pretty much just staring at it. Don't touch it, don't break it. Excellent in theory? idk. :| ]
Nngh. T-Tsubaki? AH! Where in the heck am I?! Did ... Did they send me to some sort of weird and fancy jail? I didn't mean to kill those people-- Really!!
Well ... Maybe the guards will let me work on that "killing people" thing. -sigh-