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"You can think of it as an offering. Come to my room later and I'll remove the one that Enoshima placed on you too."

Izuru had his own methods of doing such a thing, and despite the neutral disposition that he held around most people... He might have held his own reasoning for wanting to slap a collar around Servant as well.

      "You know, I didn't figure you to be the type of person to want to do this sort of thing. Especially with me." Nagito hadn't done this sort of thing in a long, long time. Probably not since the last and only time he had been camping with his father years and years ago. The cooler weather was also an odd relief, but he kept a good distance from the fire as the marshmallow suddenly caught fire. Nagito quickly blew it out, but the marshmallow had been burnt to a crisp.

      "...So much for that," he replied and glanced over at Naegi. "How's yours going?"

Makoto truthfully on the other hand was living up to his name of being one of the ultimate lucks. He had three of the jumbo sized marshmallows piked on a stick he had found after setting up the tent.

"Do you mean camping or roasting marshmallows?" He asked innocently before making a face at the blackened mess on Nagito's stick. He laughed awkwardly to try and lighten the mood.

“In all honesty, I’d rather feel slight pain from being pulled back then be killed by a semi truck any day. Even so, it was quite heroic what you did for me back there. I owe you my life.” This came from an actual super heroine, who often save people herself. Only this time Ellie was on the receiving end. It just went to show that if you weren’t quick on your feet, nor if you weren’t really paying attention, that something could happen to you in the blink of an eye.

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Basket sitting next to him on the sand of the beach the brunet was waiting for his intended date to show up for their agreed on affair.

"I hope he gets here." Hajime muttered to himself while taking a quick glance out towards the sea that was glittering like it had many shards of glass strewn upon its surface.

A serene smile spread upon his features as he looked past the waters and straight to the large looming orange sun off in the horizon. An idyllic scene perhaps even a tad bit cliche was the setup he had settled on.

When Komaeda showed up the sun had fell down further and the sky was darkening more and the first scattered stars could be seen if one were to look above.

"You aren't late. You're just in time." A small frown was on Hajime's features, but he had grace to accept that sometimes old habits died hard or rarely at all when it came to the former lucky ultimate. "You don't look like trash, Nagito." He said as he scooched over on the red and black checked blanket he had laid out beneath two large palm trees, but still some distance away as he knew how Komaeda's fear of coconuts falling from above could be.

Once again, Enoshima had practically thrown Komaeda into the same room as him. He knew what she was intending, and so far she wasn't any closer to getting it.

Izuru had come to observe Servant as a common occurance in whatever he could consider his life as currently. He wasn't... unwelcome in the least.

The soft melody that Komaeda started singing actually broke the dark-haired male out of staring straight ahead at the wall across the room.

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It really had been a spur of the moment, and direct to the point statement from the observer. One minute he had been analyzing the oddity that he had come to know simply as Servant.

Once the children had taken over what little involvement Izuru had at the place of residence had otherwise ended. Now he was simply living a life of someone who drifted to different places. At times it just straight up came down to mood.

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Hajime wondered if maybe it was a mistake going through with accepting an invitation, and from Komaeda of all people, but since Chiaki had managed to break the ice between them they seemed to be getting along better.

The last time he had been alone with the white-haired male had been when Komaeda had met with the misfortune of the pipes in his dorm bursting and flooding everything. He had let him stay in his dorm until things were repaired.

It had been eventful... to say the least.

His hand knocked on the door he recalled and memorized as belonging to Komaeda's dorm room. At first there wasn't a reply and he wondered if it had been a prank and he was debating on turning around and going back to his dorm, only he didn't. He mustered up the nerve to stay put and call out.