#shintaro01

“E-excuse me, sir...?”

Every time he spoke to someone, Mitarai felt like there was a giant spotlight on him, with the audience of his peers growing up just waiting for an opportunity to laugh. He mostly just shoved those thoughts aside, but this time the anxiety did seep out into his timid expression and tone.

“Should I tell him...oh I probably shouldn’t, but is seems like something of a holiday, so against my better nature..”

[►] She's commandeered the rec room for tonight because no one else seems to be awake at this hour. Not usually anyway. Maybe those that are just stay in their rooms? At any rate, Chiaki's just finished hooking up some wires to the TV, her movements slow and careful--she'd probably be asleep like everyone else if it wasn't for the fact that she tended to sleep on and off all day as it was, so...her schedule's not precise.

There's a variety of things in a nearby cupboard, and Chiaki's decided to play a shooting game she's picked at random from the batch. One glance at the screen tells her it's not the most recently made thing, since the textures are entirely too stretched and the models are square-ish; that's fine with her, in the end.