Day 7 - afternoon

[pandatrash]

[After the execution, there's... nothing. The raccoons exit the stage, and the rest of you are free to do the same. The only update on your tablet reads: "You've been good, so we're going to give you the rest of the day off!"]

((Game nav
Recyclr

Reminder: Tomorrow, I'll put up something fun for anybody who is going to be around and playing, but there will be NO MURDERS or activity checks this week.))

Comments

[piertotumlocomotor]

It may be important to try to keep morale high, despite the situation. Unfortunately, I don't consider myself an expert in such matters. Back in my school, I care about my students, and I'd help them anytime, but I'd understand if I'm not seen as the most approachable teacher.

[She's understimating just how much she is appreciated as an adult]

[suppressthedark]

...I think you're pretty approachable.

[He takes another cookie, this time with nuts in it.]

Just doing this proves it.

[piertotumlocomotor]

I guess you're right. [She adjusts her hat] Is there anyone in this place who isn't trustworthy in some way? Besides Ms. Furudo, that is.

[And maybe Hiyori to some extent]

[suppressthedark]

[He laughs at that, despite himself.]

She does make it pretty hard to trust her.

[Especially since she doesn't care about the people who she steps on in her pursuit of the truth.]

[piertotumlocomotor]

I suppose you had the dubious pleasure of being talked down by her.

[suppressthedark]

The first day I met her, she asked me how I would kill someone.

[He instantly disliked her from that point on.]

[piertotumlocomotor]

[McGonagall's discontent is as clear as day]

I should consider myself lucky she did not ask me such a banal question.

[suppressthedark]

[A huff.]

Probably because you don't look like a dangerous thug.

[Sorry, he's...still bitter about that.]

[piertotumlocomotor]

[McGonagall frowns, disapproving of Erika's behavior]

You don't look like a dangerous thug, in my opinion.

[suppressthedark]

[He smiles at that, though it's tinged with a bit of sadness.]

No, but you're also not Japanese.

[He raises a hand to tug at a lock of his spiky yellow-orange hair.]

Back home, no one believes me when I say I don't dye my hair. And also don't believe me when I say that I don't start fights, I just end them.

[piertotumlocomotor]

Is that a common occurrence? Judging a person's trustworthiness by the hair color?

[suppressthedark]

A lot of delinquents and gang members dye their hair bright colors in Japan, so...yeah, it is.

[He sound...weary, but also with a harsh bitter edge to it. This is shit he's gotten for years.]