a bandaged hand reaches for the brim of his hat, shadowing one of his eyes, both sharpened by EYELINER. shinguuji was resided in the dining hall, rather EARLY, though his schedule allowed him to be AWAKE before many others. ( save for a certain ULTIMATE ARTIST, making her way down the hall. ) his free hand curls around the handle of a GENERIC looking kettle, picked up from the shelves of kitchen supplies MONOKUMA had provided.
“ care to join me ? unless, you have IMPORTANT artistry to accompany. ” he could understand UNEASE in this atmosphere.
@atuatear / plotted .
