Korosensei certainly wasn’t unfamiliar with dealing with children, after all, especially as a teacher, one had to be able to interact with younger people on not just an educational level but also a more personal and empathetic level in order to help them improve as people.

While slithering through the streets of the city, a distinctively smaller figure in the crowd caught the octopoid’s attention. The teacher’s head turned to see a smaller, green haired girl amongst the crowd. So the scientists were bringing in younger children than the ones in his class...

After a brief pause of just looking at her from a distance, he went up to the young girl and placed a tentacle on her shoulder from behind. Although he wasn’t wearing a disguise and he had quite a looming appearance compared to her, hopefully he wasn’t too imposing. She seemed as though she was getting on fine however... Korosensei was getting a weird vibe from this.

     Unaccountable interventions were becoming an unpleasant constant, the incalculable possibilities observed meaningless in a world comprised of ones not yet foreseen. Pointless interruptions were subjected to as an unfortunate result, unavoidable as they could not have been pinpointed before their timely arrival. It was understandable vexing, acquiring a workable pattern in which to gauge possible proceedings, and without say was it unwelcome for one of the aforementioned disruptions to be provided by an individual meant to aid him in this endeavor rather than increase the tremendous load.

     This particular disturbance came in a deceptively innocent package, a hapless youth burdened by physical incapability quite literally delivered to the office currently used as a base of operations. Narrowed pupils had scrutinized the parcel in an affronted manner, tempered disbelief complimenting the exasperation brought by this undesired surprise that would hinder the scheduled tasks meant for the day. Quietude engulfed the relatively spacious room, a deadlock of sorts occurring, before the recipient made to verify the claims that'd been offered by the child moments before the unnerving stare down had commenced.

What was this? A young girl in the distance on a wheelchair? This must have been some kind of trap. How could such obvious bait be put in front of him? Or maybe it was just an incredible coincidence. Either way, Kumagawa never let an opportunity to invade an injured person's personal space slip him by. Even if they did look like one of those Ronpa kids.

     ➞     Odin, as Odin is, had simply been minding his own business aside with a good book, exhibiting paintings from a miscellany of well-known artists, recently borrowed, pipe alight and clenched between his lips, when a bump of a foot into his own jarred him back to focus-- however unpleasantly so it was. They'd strayed a little too close to his feet, one folded over the other and outstretched before him like the space was all his own.

                                                                                                      ------Oh.

It occurred to him he may have inadvertently sent them keeling over--- so he peeked, readying an apology however insincere it might be.

                  [ ✖ ]; Foot stomped against the cement in anger. Mumbled curses were strung together under his breath as he threw his small temper tantrum. Fuyuhiko had dozed on the train and missed his stop. So, here he was in sector six and the only way back to sector five would be to ride the train all the way back around the city. What a mess. Today was not his day. 

                  Since he had time to kill before he could catch the next one, he departed into the city. Sidewinding streets led him from one place to another, but one building in particular stood out: an orphanage. Hanakotoba Orphanage, to be exact. It was the only one he had seen so far here in the Hive.