punishment time

teruteru pauses - about to push monokumas damn execution button himself  ( how did he get to it ? we don’t know ) .  nearly vibrating with rage  ....  hajime , continued to make a mockery of the culinary arts ...  and by association  , his mother !! ( god rest her soul ) .    

“ ch-chickle ? well i’ll say - i’ll say - “   no ... he must not forget his composure ! he would teach hajime ... or he would perish trying .. such shame he would bring to his kitchen. 

“ kekeke - “   how intriguing indeed ... to be frightened of such things. korekiyo supposes , he never really had the chance to feel frightened. no , no ..  he had a goal in mind . any trepidation was left at the door in his search to reach out to the spirit of who he most cherished.  he’d seen many possessions yes , good , bad .. all , so , beautiful. so interesting , both in the customs of the séances and the possessions that proceeded.

        ❝  T-That’s  not  the  issue!  ❞          No…    If  they  continued  like  this  they’d  be  going  around  in  circles.    He  was  sure  of  it.    Fluster  ever  present  across  the  clear  display  of  annoyance  growing  on  his  face  with  each  passing  second,    he  sits  back  in  his  seat  with  arms  crossed.    As  if  that  added  distance  between  them  would  stop  someone  like  Nagito.    Did  he  go  out  of  his  way  to  tease  him?    Well  it  worked  every  time,    finding  himself  growing  irritable  with  each  action  he  chose  to  make…    since  day  one  he’d  felt  almost  targeted.    Couldn’t  he  go  talk  to  the  others  instead?    And  yet,    despite  these  thoughts,    he  finds  himself  looking  across  towards  the  boy  regardless,      ❝  Anyway,    that’s  a  bit  hypocritical  coming  from  you.    Honestly…    if  you’re  so  concerned  about  breakfast,    shouldn’t  you  be  eating  as  well?  ❞  

“ oh hajime , you really think someone like me deserves to eat ? i’d be taking food from the mouths of people who really need it - “      this was - half an excuse , it he wasn’t going to lie to himself ...  the food didn’t seem too appealing to him , after a few bites from that toast - he knew it just wasn’t going to agree with him today. and how would he help them all achieve greatness if he was so nauseous  ? ! 

     𝄡𝒦ℴ𝓀𝒾𝒸𝒽𝒾;;– ‘ You’re thinking twenty? ‘ He felt his smile grow wider. ‘ Bet! We can probably do it so much faster if we bring fifty singing sea bass and play them all at the same time. ‘ But, he was sure they could only carry at least one each. ‘ Or, even better, we take not just the crustaceans, but also yell Bubba Gumps is better than them! ‘

     He thought about it for a moment, he wasn’t about to walk out of there with everyone having regrets like last time. ‘ Remind me, before we get chased out, to steal as many of their biscuits as possible! ‘

“ ...” twisty nods along to the suggestions - only half listening , as he considers .. how they’d fit fifty singing sea bass in their van. “....”  hmm , they’d have to stack them .. oh ? it’s unlikely that a single store would have so many ... unless , they drove to multiple.  well , they’d gone to far further lengths for a prank before  -  wait.  how would they carry them ..  

     🕯ℛ𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓇ℴ;;– He was glad that this was… Adequate. In his mind that just meant it was pretty well received. Which, good, that was even better. He did, however, look over at Kiyo with a curious expression. Not that the other would be able to see it, given that Rantaro’s gaze was kind of directed at the back of Kiyo’s head where he could see.

     ‘ My… Humanity? ‘ Suppose that was one way to describe it. Honestly he considered it instincts that he’d acquired from his sisters. Being the oldest he was the one who was the most relied on for just about everything. And, ever the caring person, he wasn’t ever going to tell them no. ‘ Well, I’m not about to just leave someone hanging. Especially in the hug department, I enjoy giving them when people want them. But that might just be my hardwiring from my life. Still, we can do this as long as you feel you want to. ‘

“ kekeke - how lucky those you’ve kept  in your life must be - ”  the anthropologist allows his forehead to rest on the others shoulder for a moment ... feeling a certain comfort .  seemingly a moment too long - for that voice , gives warning ...   korekiyo ..  sweet korekiyo ..  this is going on far longer than necessary ...    he’s nearly tempted to ignore the voice , the would be commands. and enjoy the peace , this ...  embrace had shrouded him in - but he couldn’t do that , no , no , no , he could never do that.  korekiyo is almost reluctant in the way he parts - creating distance between the two , still smiling despite his disappointment.   very good. 

     𝄡𝒦ℴ𝓀𝒾𝒸𝒽𝒾;;– When he’d felt the sudden rush of anger die off, his face changed and he was wearing one of his usual smiles. He handed off the blueprints to her. ‘ Here you are! These are probably some of the better ones I came up with. Super useful too! ‘

     He looked around with the other statement though. Well, suppose to one who wasn’t used to it, it’d be really creepy. But, to him, there was something about it that was really cozy. Reminded him of the DICE base of operations. There just so much weird crap all over the place there in general. ‘ Aw, thank you, Miu! ‘ His smile got a bit brighter. ‘ I take pride in my decorating. You should see what I can do at Halloween! I have scared the shit out of everyone! ‘

“ you give me fuckin’ whiplash - “  really this guys moods - were worse than girls , serious. what the fuck was up with that ? huh ?  the inventor rolled her eye’s flipping through the crude drawings  .....  fuck  ,  good thing she was a genius ! because this shit wouldn’t make sense to no one else ... it barely made sense to her.  what was this one ? a water-gun ? ?   bombs  ??  giant fuck-off hammers , oh ..  shit these were kinda cool.  she didn’t mind makin’ all this junk if it was gonna help - 

    brave didn’t even begin to describe the way mondo saw daiya, & that was what made his death so significant to him. he wasn’t just a brother, but a friend—someone other members of the crazy diamonds could look up to & be proud of. a person that inspired the best out of someone. despite the bitterness that came with the memory, he managed to smirk regardless. maybe he would never be like him, but hell knew he’d try his damn best at following his example. kind of like how chihiro was doing with him.

    “—heh. i doubt you’d take such a stupid decision like i did back then. that’s where you excel, chihiro. you know how to use your head.” the thought of the other ever being in such a situation was both laughable & terrifying. as if mondo would ever let him get hurt. “you don’t need to worry ‘bout that though. not when you got me to help you fight against anyone that gets in our way.”

chihiro beams at the compliment ,  turning his gaze away from a moment -  cheeks a bit flushed with embarrassment .  he knew he was smart sure , when it came to code .. software. computers.  but still - in such a situation , he doubted he’d be much use. really.  at least , with mondo he wouldn’t have to worry about those things , right ?  every-day he could feel himself becoming a little stronger , a little more confident ... a little less scared , of everything.