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"Okay, let’s do thi— whoa!" She tripped over the a chair, falling backwards into it. Convenient, seeing as how that could have easily spiraled into a disaster.

"I’m okay!"

She slowly tried to sit up, and ended up falling out of the chair. She cursed when she landed on her knees, though she hopped up a moment later. It was almost as if she were a little kid, messing around, getting hurt, then resuming her play.

She snatched up a random nail polish color in attempt to cover her up accident.

Manami could really only watch as the rest of the scene unfolded with the look of mild disinterest that seemed to be her eternal expression. She wasn't convinced that Midori had, in fact, meant to do that.

She looked at the nail polish for a good minute. It was indeed, quite an unappealing shade of yellow. It would certainly not mix well with her pink ensemble. However, the typist did appreciate the gesture itself, even if it was faux. Maybe if you looked really hard, you might find her lips curved the most minuscule degree upwards

She looked on for a nicer shade. As she looked through all the options, she figured this would be a good time to respond. As her eyes scanned around in search, she asked,

"What color do you like? Do you really think yellow would look good? I prefer pink...But you seem to know how to make things look nice."

"Yeah, I am! Do you want to come with me?"

That’d be fun — painting nails together. A good bonding experience. Which was why Midori took off without waiting for an answer. She opted for walking backwards so she could still talk to Manami. That and make sure the other girl didn’t run away. She walked slowly, though, careful not to misstep and fall over.

"I think it’ll be fun. We can paint each other’s nails. I’ve painted my nails a couple times before, but I accidentally spilled nail polish all over my clothes Ehahahah!"

It didn't look like she'd even have a chance to turn her down, as Midori began to go off already. Manami found it curious as walking backwards was  generally not a normal practice, but she also found it kind of endearing. She followed along at a steady pace, so as to keep the conversation going.

"Fun? That does sound like...fun. I've never painted my nails. Maybe you could show me how. I'm sure you won't spill them again. That...wouldn't be fun."

She was still rather shaken up from the trial. Would that be acceptable? Probably not. Which was why she put on her best game face and decided to go scope out the area. After scrolling through her ID, she figured she might as well explore the nail salon. After all, she hadn’t ever been in one!

On her way there, though, she ended up running into that girl. The violet-not-purple-haired one.

"So. Are you going to the...nail salon? I am. Want to learn how it works."

…Oh, wait, there was somebody there. How long had she been there, anyway. “…Right?” They were going to get trapped in this questioning loop forever. “R…yeah, like. Uh. I don’t know, I was just kinda, uhhh, talking to. Myself. But I could talk to you…too?”

At this point, she didn't want to get stuck in a boring loop of 'right' for eternity. How boring would that be? Wait, did he say he wanted to speak with her? Okay, he didn't really say that exactly, but it was half implied. Manami just got awkward vibes from this guy, but it's not like she hasn't seen a million other people like that before. "How about we talk about...murder? What do you think of it? Killing...?"

The whole concept of the motive announcement, and then the announcement itself, was way too bizarre for Mizuki to handle. In all honesty, he spent most of the time watching the snake and not listening to what it had to say, but he caught most of the pertinent points—blah blah, ssomeone’ss got to kill, lose all your fame and fortune, blah blah, lots of hissing. Someone needed to take that thing to speech therapy.

By the time everyone was able to mill around and talk again, Mizuki still stood alone, smoothing down the front of his jacket and trying to puzzle out what kind of bizarre meaning this held. Surely the thing couldn’t actually turn people invisible, but it couldn’t take away anybody’s fame or anything either, it was just a snake. Not that he had much to begin with. Mizuki’s own recognition levels were at an all-time low, maybe for the whole school—his name was in the news a few times if he was mentioned at all, and his face was a totally anonymous one, sad to say. Maybe if he was more famous he wouldn’t have to keep explaining his dumb talent. Either way…the whole mean aspect of the show was ratcheting up for sure, but that didn’t mean he had anything to worry about, right? Right.

After feeling like she had gotten the details of his position down, she approached him. As always, it took her a minute to actually say something. "Right?" Manami echoed questioningly, a look of rather mild confusion on her face.

Okay, but he digresses, this is a really good freshman prank. Whoever’s pulling it is really making him start to believe that they’re actually supposed to kill people. When were the upperclassmen going to jump out and totally make him feel embarrassed for even believing a second of what that python said?

When Monopython is done talking, Kazeno just stands in there with his arms crossed and stares at where the robot took its leave, snickering to himself. He barely seems to notice Manami until she bumps into him! Upon contact, he steps back a little bit and arches an eye brow at the girl. What? That’s all she said? What? He thought she might apologize or something, but… okay?

"What? What. What, what, what? What do you mean by what?"

"That was four too many whats. Five if you only wanted to ask. What do you want from me?"

Why didn’t it matter? Because of their seemingly unwanted guest. Well, it was unwanted by one of them, at least. Everyone else seemed… indifferent about what was going on. Even when Monocobra exiled their previous hostess. Oh dear.

Strange, the other animal seemed to be made out of similar materials, or… was at least metallic in some way. Zara would decide that she would at least listen to this one, since she already put up with the other one.

Upon watching and listening to the creature, her face turned into one of confusion. It seemed to be doing that quite a bit lately. What was this whole thing about killing each other? Targets? Yeah, Zara didn’t think anyone would actually do that sort of thing. These people might be a little bit out there, including herself, but none of them could really… achieve such a thing.

Silence fell over the group of kids after that. Though doubtful, there was still an unstable air to the room. One girl spoke up. It was someone Zara hadn’t seen before. She spoke, and it was almost as the purple-haired girl spoke for the two of them, if not all students in this room.

Still, Zara wanted to sound like she knew what was going on. So, she went up and simply spoke to her, as if nothing were as stress-fully put onto them.