GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

Oi, Oi, The names Souda Kazuichi. I'm a member o' the despair team. I fix whatever Makoto-Kaichō tells me to, an' try to get away with slackin' off when I can.

[despairfulmakoto-archive-deacti]

What a coincidence I’m heading towards the train station as well.

[despairfulsouda]

... Is that so?

[despairfulmakoto-archive-deacti]

Do you mind me asking where you’re heading?

[despairfulsouda]

....

Train station. I'm leavin' to visit some relatives...

[despairfulmakoto-archive-deacti]

Haha, I guess I got too caught up in the conversation and didn’t realize you were probably busy or something…my bad.

[despairfulsouda]

Yeah.. Ya kinda did. But it's fine...

[despairfulmakoto-archive-deacti]

Oh, are you in a hurry or something?

[despairfulsouda]

... Kinda.

[despairfulmakoto-archive-deacti]

Well, that’s cool I guess, but it probably would’ve been cooler if you used more than one hair dye. Like multiple shades of pink or something, y’know?

[despairfulsouda]

Oi, Oi, That's enough.. I don't really have time to stand around an' chat...

[despairfulmakoto-archive-deacti]

Oh, well I guess that makes sense….but why did you choose neon pink?

I mean there’s a bunch of different shades of pink like salmon and magenta and baby pink and much more, but neon pink is really bright, don’t you think?

[despairfulsouda]

.....

I just really like pink, man.

[despairfulmakoto-archive-deacti]

Oh well, I guess it was just all in my imagination that something was wrong!

Err…I’m a bit curious though….why is your hair pink?

[despairfulsouda]

Well.. shit. He couldn't just explain it was all he had lying around, because that would lead to more questions, like, 'why did you HAVE to dye your hair?'.

I... really like pink.

Yeah.. That works..

[despairfulmakoto-archive-deacti]

Hm..not really….but I have a feeling that you’re lying to me….is there something bothering you?

[despairfulsouda]

I ain't lyin'. I really ain't bothered by anything.

[despairfulmakoto-archive-deacti]

He got closer to Souda and decided now was his chance to say something to him. But also decided to use a different tone of voice, the one he uses while he’s at school. So nothing can seem awkward to him.

Uh, excuse me….you seem to be a bit troubled….

[despairfulsouda]

Souda nearly had a heart attack as the shorter man approached him. He narrowed his eyes a little, thinking that it was just some lost kid. Then again, he say he looked troubled.. which means if this short bastard noticed that, others probably did too.

Oh.. uh.. 's nothin' I'm not troubled... Is there somethin' ya need?

[despairfulmakoto-archive-deacti]

Still looking at the strange individual in the distance, he started to walk towards them. Maybe this day wasn’t so boring after all he thought to himself.

[despairfulsouda]

Coming to a stop when he realized he forgot to grab his wallet, Souda sighed. He couldn't just go back there, after working so hard to clean the place up. He began going through his backpack, double checking to see if he hadn't just overlooked it.

[despairfulmakoto-archive-deacti]

While walking, he noticed a peculiar figure in the distance. It seems like the person had neon pink hair, which was a very odd hair color to see indeed.

[despairfulsouda]

Souda trudged on, his body feeling heavier for some reason. Maybe he was just tired. Or maybe it was because he could feel countless stares on him as he made his way far, far away from his house. Pink hair dye on a man is bound to draw attention, he guessed, shrugging it off.

[despairfulmakoto-archive-deacti]

While walking, he sighs. 

Everything is so boring….how could I think anything exciting would happen if I went on a walk.

[despairfulsouda]

Taking his beanie that he'd had for a long time with him, Souda left the house, only carrying his backpack. He personally thought he looked like shit, but the fact that he was nervous made him look like a goddamn mediocre serial killer walking around. 

[despairfulmakoto-archive-deacti]

Still walking.

[despairfulsouda]

After calming down, he quickly went to the bathroom. Well, shit. There wasn't much to work with here, besides some of the bullshit his dad's girlfriends would leave behind. Pink hair dye... ugh. But that was all there was, so Souda went to work, dying his own hair. He didn't know what to do at first but after reading the box over and over he figured it out. He finished after spending a long time in the bathroom and cleaned himself up more, before packing everything he could fit into the tiny backpack he kept for heavier school books. Which, surprisingly, was just a little bit of food, a wrench he used when he fixed his first car, and a change of clothes.

[despairfulmakoto-archive-deacti]

He’s still walking, most likely thinking about how to avoid going back to school.

[despairfulsouda]

This was a new one for Souda. It unlucky they didn't have a book called 'killing for dumbies', because if they did he wouldn't have panicked this much. He went through the room, cleaning anything and everything. Hell, he even tried to make it look like he'd fallen and hit his head on the end table. 

[despairfulmakoto-archive-deacti]

He’s walking around, slightly annoyed at everything and minding his own business.

[despairfulsouda]

Souda stood there, as if this were somehow a bad dream. As if at any given moment he'd wake up. But unfortunately, his father wasn't getting up. He wasn't even moving. Hell, after bashing his head with a bat he'd found lying around, he wouldn't expect him to be. Then again he wasn't sure what to expect. Should he call the police? Would they go easy on him if he confessed? Of course they wouldn't. But how was Souda supposed to hide this...

[despairfulsouda]

[hopefulsonia]

Are you perhaps lost, Souda-san? It is a rather large park, but we have been given ample time to search our surroundings…

[despairfulsouda]

I-I ain't lost, I'm just havin' trouble findin' the restroom. I gotta take a piss-!

[despairfulsouda]