Yuuta Takizawa (
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castle_whims2022-08-27 05:07 pm
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Post-Trial I Afterparty
[They're down two of their number, and who knows how many more will follow, but for tonight at least... They have a chance to rest.
The school has already been cleaned, leaving no signs of the deaths that occurred on this very day, but that's just as well. After looking around to make sure of that much, Yuta marches into the kitchen and, after a bit of looking around, ends up gathering some snacks: boxed crackers and apple slices that aren't perfectly even in cut but look, he's not the chef of his group, he did his best. These he sets out on some plates in the cafeteria before finding his usual seat to lounge in, eating some apple slices off of a smaller plate he grabbed just for himself.
And then, he waits - to see who trickles in, and who doesn't.
Where is your character in the aftermath?]
The school has already been cleaned, leaving no signs of the deaths that occurred on this very day, but that's just as well. After looking around to make sure of that much, Yuta marches into the kitchen and, after a bit of looking around, ends up gathering some snacks: boxed crackers and apple slices that aren't perfectly even in cut but look, he's not the chef of his group, he did his best. These he sets out on some plates in the cafeteria before finding his usual seat to lounge in, eating some apple slices off of a smaller plate he grabbed just for himself.
And then, he waits - to see who trickles in, and who doesn't.
Where is your character in the aftermath?]
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So, instead, he ends up in the cafeteria with some of the others looking thoroughly shaken from it all... ]
Huh... Someone got out some snacks.
[ PLEASE, ANYONE DISTRACT HIM FOR A SECOND. He doesn't even care if someone gets out the dog toys or something. He has never thought he'd be longing to catch glimpse of a postman or a cat or-
What the hell. He's sitting on the floor and scratching his head with his foot. He's literally too stressed to attempt being human right this second. ]
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Tosses him an apple slice. Just to see what happens.]
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Well that's a thing.]
Hunter.