damn i'm pretty

Ai massaged hir temples- people were arguing left and right and shouting at each other. Jesus if this wasn’t enough there were like, 3 different murder confessions just then! And the possibility of the mastermind being in their grasp no less!!

"Say what? Oh this?" Ai held up the braided lock of hair. It was still pretty lengthy even after hir handiwork. "Nah didn’t mention it. Been fiddling with it this whole time though. Got it out of the monomachine with some of the sweet loot I got for doing a side job for Mayor-sama. I mean whose hair would be in the capsule machine right? I mean I got a box of wigs once. It was real sweet. But like I digest- Digress. Whatever.”

"HmmmmmmmMMMMMMM." Ai thought to hirself for a long long while. The humming noise did not faulter in this time. In fact it only grew steadily louder until hie spoke again.

Once more the Model looked down, now intent on braiding the hair in hir hands.

"Look I ain’t… ain’t the most clever at this shit. I just wanna go home-" The rest of Ai’s apology was cut off when Alex had started ranting and raving. Hie frowned, braiding the hair faster. Why was this the trial hie wasn’t dozing off in?

"Hey uh, dude. Like calm your horses, dude there’s not any harm in guessing the mastermind, right? I mean to be real honest Alistair seems to got the only lead available even if we are graspin’ at straws. Plus… it’s not like any of us knew we were capable of murder before being here, right? Sometimes…

"Sometimes we got secrets lying too deep inside of us that no one should ever know."

"Hey man," Ai said frowning at the kid’s outbursts. "Like easily any one of us could be the mastermind, we don’t have enough clues yet. And what- if we catch the mastermind but not the murderer we still have a killer! Even if they were forced into it…"

Ai sighed, fiddling more over the lock of hair while trying to think. This was too complicated for hir. Too much stuff to go over. Judging morality wasn’t hir thing in the slightest.

"I… you said we have three chances right? What’s the harm in taking up one hunch?" The Model said a while later.

Ai had been rather dozing off again in trial, only bothering to pay attention when the matter of mastermind was mentioned.

"It’s kinda too soon to bring that up though, ain’t it Alistair-kun?" Ai asked confusedly. "I mean I suppose it’s never too early or late to stop a rampant killer but y’know this is, kinda major yeah?" The Model frowned, putting hir hands in hir pockets. It was when hie felt something really, silky. Pulling it out Ai discovered it was the lock of hair hie had gotten from the monomachine.

Lock of Hair:

Hmm, now what c- OH GOD THAT’S REAL HAIR GROSS. It’s pretty long, and is light brown in colour. Gross, but maybe important?

Something about it seemed. Weird. That was going to take time to decipher.

A smile ticks quickly onto her face, before flickering away.

"Technically, yes. There’s evidence elsewhere, though."

She looks down briefly.

Monoki is a little surprised, looking up at Ai and then looking back at the ground with a sigh.

Ai had finally hauled hir trash can of treasures upstairs to hir room when the announcement sounded. Groaning, Ai opened up the trash can and retrieved hir backpack. No way was anyone rummaging through it without hir permission this time.

"Oh dude, not cool," Ai mumbled when hie had reached the kitchen. The monster kid was dead. Bogus score. But did this mean the truth serum had worn off? The Model winced remembering what hie had said to the Gymnast. Maybe… maybe if hie worked on this case it would clear hir of that suspicion.

Hana squints at the ballgown. “That looks familiar. I wonder why they bother putting clothes in the monomachine? I got a maid outfit out of it earlier. A pink one. Soumei liked it on me.” She then stares at the trash can.

"… I’m like … twenty percent sure I could sleep in that comfortably." The small gymnast comments.

"Here ya go cutie," Ai said, stepping out of the trash can and tossing the daki at her. What a good egg. "You can't have this trash can though. I'm gonna use it for like, espionage missions." Ai took off hir large star backpack, unceremoniously dumping it into the can. It made an ungodly clanging sound, followed by smaller ones as the Model tossed in the hair gel and dress.

"Hey, weren't you gonna get some loot too? I love these machines it reminds me sort of like tak-judfoijfioj-aby" Ai clasped a hand over hir mouth, the rest of the words becoming mostly muffled. 

"Okay, yeah! I have a couple of coins too, and space for stuff in my room." Since she doesn’t use her room for anything but monomachine item storage, as of late.

Lock of Hair:

Hmm, now what c- OH GOD THAT'S REAL HAIR GROSS. It's pretty long, and is light brown in colour. Gross, but maybe important?

"Hahaha Hana-chan check this shit out! I bet I could make a hair extension from this!" Ai said giggling. Damn this hair was silky smooth. Who did this belong to anyways? Was a section of hair just floating around the machine? Weird. But buyers keepers. Ai repeated the cash in process to receive 4 more items and make more commentary.

Mineyo Shizuka Dakimakura

This daki features an image of a certain SHSL Disney Face Character. She's in a rather shortened Minnie Mouse dress with a mouse ear headband. Huh, you don't remember ever seeing a Minnie dress that showed that much cleavage. Mineyo seems a little embarrassed over her predicament.

"Damn another dakimakura. What do I do with this, this isn't good company for little Ai Taka-dakimakura-mura."

Hair Gel

Mono-Brand hair gel that claims to be wind tunnel tested, and allows for great hold. Probably lies.

"I wonder if this will work for my hair... of course my hair's been spiked pretty well for the last umpteenth days. You can never go wrong with brand quality, cutie."

Vintage Blue Ballgown

This beautiful blue ballgown. Looks like it belongs to a princess!

".... this looks real damn old. Not too ugly though."

Trash Can

An empty metal 40 gallon trash can. Show love to the worst person you know by presenting them with their brand new deluxe trash can condo.

"What. The. Fuck." Ai rattles the trash can and takes off the lid. Nothing inside. Looked real clean anyway. Damn. Curiously Ai pulls hir left leg over to step into the trash can.

Wait so if you’re trans, and I’m trans

Then who’s flying the plane?

Hana trails off. “… since forever.” She frowns slightly, her brown eyes full of confusion. She’s not sure if that was a truth serum’d statement, or if she was just actually being truthful with people for once.

"So I never told her. I was t’afraid she’d break off whatever it is we had."

"Maybe we should hit the monomachines yeah? I've got too many coins and not everything is gonna fit in my backpack so you can pick stuff out from the loot pile that you want. There's too much stuff that I've knicked from the stores for my plans to escape." Ai said. It took a while for Ai to register what hie said, and hie shrugged dismissively.

Another moment passed before Ai spoke again.