#bdb2

So many things were happening, from arguments to people executing masterminds, to whatever the fuck was even going on.

All this remained a blur to the runner (I almost wrote dancer, instead, thanks me for literally playing his w2 in another game™), he didn’t know what to think, so many people were talking, there was some weird bomb thing going on? And two masterminds. Wooh boy, too many informations. And not enough fucks to give anymore.

The only time that the blond paid attention the most he could was probably when Asa talked. It wasn’t much among the many things happening, but it certainly got his attention, and he was thankful to have heard them.

Maybe he could talk to them eventually once they’re out. Maybe it’ll be never and that’s okay too.

Because all Yuudai wanted was to just go home. If he made it out alive that is. He was… Tired as to say. This whole murder game was just unneeded. He frankly didn’t see the point in that anymore no matter what Aoi’s and Hanzo’s motivations were.

He was wondering to himself though… If he wanted to keep in touch with some people, would that still be possible.. Or are they going to part ways for a good while?

Only time would tell, it seemed.

And if people would even bother talking to him again. For now, he had better things to focus on, and he’ll work his way towards it.

“Sao-tan…?  Oh, the late Nagase-san.”  He looks a little concerned when what she’s said really registers, but he writes down a little anyway.  It looks like this.