masaomi

Hello there, my little dove~ My name would be Masaru Sato, but you can call me anything you like. Sato-chan is fine, or maybe... lover? Ahaha, I'm only joking, of course. Unless you don't want it to be a joke..? Anyhow, given title would be... SHSL Host~! Feel free to come around anytime and test out my 'skills'. The first time is free, you know...

[masaromikida-blog]

Pretty Odd [Masaru | Angela]

[angelakirschstein]

It had already been a few days…? Perhaps it was time to admit her logical skepticism had crossed the line into flat-out denial. The situation was dire indeed; no amount of panicking would resolve it, and she was not going to waste time fretting over her emotions when there were important steps to take.

That was what she told herself, anyway. The crick in her neck, disguised by her posture, spoke volumes to the contrary.

Angela’s eyes flicked over Masaru in a way that could be mistaken as careless, taking in every detail. Tall, thin, well-dressed with a smooth voice — definitely trained in some sort of hospitality or service-based work. Slightly pushy and a tad patronizing, but not pompous or showy enough to be a performer. A super high-school level waiter, then? No, the title wasn’t quite pretentious enough; maître d’ would make more sense. That and the overdone flattery in his introduction meant he was skilled at talking his way into what he wanted. Angela had never heard of such a young person being promoted to such a lofty position.

"Angela Kirschstein, violinist."

Despite his shiny veneer, he was clearly not uncrackable. He had dodged the comment about his mother: obviously a touchy subject. She would have assumed concern, but the angry spasm in his eye said more to the effect of strained relations. She would let it slide for now.

"Your super high-school level skill has to do with hospitality, I assume. Am I correct in guessing that you are a maître d’ or a host of some sort?"

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Now that she mentioned it, he hadn't said his stupid 'super high school' title, had he? It had slipped his mind, honestly, even saying the title in his head made him cringe. I mean, how stupid can a school get? Why couldn't they have just called him a... good host, or something? But, the more worrying thing is... she was able to guess it straight away? It obviously startled Masaru, but more importantly, it was intriguing.

Though the pause may have given it away, he cracked a smile, letting a giggle escape his lips. "Ohh~ You're quite the good guesser! Ms. Kers... aha, how about I just call you Angela?" He laughed again, then continued, "Tell me, have you seen me on the billboards around the city? I'd hate to say I'm growing an ego, but it's hard not to with all the fame I'm getting~"

"Aah, but you were correct, my dear.. I'm a host, in fact! It's quite the job... but, then, a host is something super different in your country, isn't it?" 

It was his turn to play the guessing game. He hid the pride from his expression, but not from his tone. "At least, I'd think so.. you're not from around here, right? Right? That name is really odd! Maybe.. Russian~?"

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Pretty Odd {Kamiko}

[kamikominami]

She turned to Masaru and stared at him for a bit, trying to remember if she had met him beforehand. He was that one guy who that other guy was talking to. What were their names? Casaroo? This guy’s name, was it that? Maybe NASA Clue? Now, that would be ridiculous, NASA was somewhere in America, last time she visited. 

In any case, she didn’t deny he was a pretty boy. Like, one of the dolls she would make back at home. There weren’t any dolls in this place, from what she could see, so she quietly wondered if he would be a doll for her. She caught him staring at her hair to which she unconsciously tugged at. 

"Yes. The videos were a bit…" She didn’t know what to call them without sounding like a broken record. "Edited? Maybe." She wasn’t worried in the slightest for her family. Yes, those pictures may be frightening, but Kamiko was a ninja. If this effected her she might as well not be counted as a SHSL. "I don’t know. People are capable of plenty." She paused. "I hope they don’t." 

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She doesn't talk much, does she? Luckily for Masaru, this wasn't a new scenario. From hosting experience, he knew that the shyest girls were most always the most rambunctious ones after a few sips of... well.. there's none of that here, is there? Perhaps he would find a different way to open her up.

After all, a small, petite girl like herself may not be his 'type', but they most always made cute company. Like.. a little butterfly on his shoulder. Or a cute puppy. She was something like that, he thought.

"Aah, I didn't mean to upset you~" He cooed, reading from her expression either that he was off target, or that she was more of the 'cold type', "I'm sure that nobody's going to kill, yeah? And least of all, they probably won't kill someone as adorable as yourself~"

"Hmm.. I didn't catch your name, did I? That's my mistake! As for me, I am Masaru Sato, host club extra~ordinare, and it's a pleasure~. You can just call me Masaru, if you'd like.."

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Pretty Odd {Kamiko}

[kamikominami]

She didn’t know what to expect from the bear. The notice was so sudden, she really didn’t bother to think it through as she walked mindlessly to the fountain area with her usual, unreadable expression. The last few days for the little ninja proved to be… Well, yet another day. Nothing phased her; nothing really affected her. She wasn’t one to panic in hostage situations, why would this be any different? 

As her eyes landed on the screen, she saw images of her family pop onto the screen. They looked happy. The first were of her brother and sister; the later wearing her school uniform and usually attire and her brother next to her with a goofy look on his face. But Kamiko just stared at the screen. Of course, the peace couldn’t last as the images turned dark. Images of her brother being beaten. Images of her sister coughing up blood and laying motionless of the floor. 

Next where Kamiko’s cousins. Three of them, one boy and two girls waving at the screen. Of course, their images met a similar fate to the one with her brother and her sister. The boy had been torn at by darkened hands along with one of the girls- his twin-, the both trying to fend off the hands, but the girl being ultimately ripped away as the boy was beaten. As for the remaining girl, she had a close up at her body that had been chained to a wall as she bled. 

Through all of it, Kamiko continued to keep her stoic face on. Her training involved her to be able to show absolutely no emotion when in a situation like this, so she remained calm as a string of thoughts shot through her mind. She almost didn’t notice someone tapping her shoulder. 

"…." She didn’t look phased in the slightest, but more thoughtful. "Yes. I’m fine. I don’t know." She paused again before shaking her head and resuming her normal pose. "They seem to be a bit over the top." 

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She seemed precious, petite, like a baby bird. Her voice made his movements soften and liquidate, and his voice grew smaller along with hers.Masaru isn't the protective type, he never was, but this was the kind of girl that urged to be protected.

While he questioned her feudal-like clothing, Masaru wasn't quite intelligent enough to piece together her talent. Ultimately, he was more focused on her hair. It was purple. Light purple. Lilac was the word, I think? Wow.. he'd never seen hair that purple before. It didn't take too long for him to catch himself ogling at her hair, and he straightened himself out and made up for lost time.

"Those videos were cre~epy! They were all pretty gruesome, don't you think? I'm sure they were just edited or something.. they say you can do anything with a computer, right? ...Hrmm.. I'm sure everything'll be fine~ Yes, yes, just fine! You don't think people would really kill because of that, right?"

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Pretty Odd [Masato | Angela]

[angelakirschstein]

Angela jumped at the touch, muscles tensed to keep from trembling and face set in a mask of indifference. Her mind raced with the images of the bloodied faces of her parents and the twitching, mangled body of her precious dog and companion Fitzgerald. No, no, she had to focus. She turned around gracefully, tucking her hands behind her back.

"I am fine, but that was rather strange indeed. In any case, we can rule this out as an elaborate hoax. I doubt any prankster would be this sadistic."

She casually gripped the edge of her skirt to keep her hands from shaking. There was no way she could show weakness in a place like this. She remembered it well, the heavy atmosphere of a cutthroat competition — but in this case, the figure of speech “cutthroat” could very well be literal. She glanced from side to side in an almost offhand manner, gauging the reactions of her classmates to the graphic display. Many of them seemed shaken; one or two wore expressions of near-panic. She had to take care to avoid these people; it was impossible to know what kind of drastic action they might take.

"And who might you be? I don’t believe we’ve met, but you seem familiar. That woman who resembled you, she is your mother?"

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He hadn't expected such a calm, elegant girl to greet him. No, her wide, analytical eyes and her straight back and her composure, despite whatever she was feeling, greeted Masaru with quite the surprise. It wasn't like he hadn't ever dealt with a girls similar to her, but he knew the type. They were the A students, the geniuses, the ones who were 'going to make it'. They tended to avoid him.

His first instinct was to end the conversation, but how could he? Those eyes, though analytical, were captivating; he couldn't stop staring at them. And, well, there was something else that was big on her body...

At the questioning of his mother, his eye twitched ever so slightly. Masaru's mother wasn't a subject he wanted to approach. I mean, how many girls can be seduced while synchronously discussing mothers? Zero.

"Aah, I was really banking on this being a hoax~ Though, not finding an exit for a few days really put a damper on my theory! Anyhow.. I'm glad you're alright~ It would be a shame for a pretty girl to be sad.."

He bowed down carelessly, bringing a hand to his chest. "Masaru Sato is my name~. It's a pleasure to meet you, my dear. And... if I may ask your name as well~?"

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Pretty Odd {Open/Post Motive}

Masaru never really had a strong connection to his family. At least, he never thought he did.

The few days had been anxious for him, sure, but he had felt safe. While, to his despair, he hadn't gotten to meet everyone, he had gotten to see most of their faces. Besides the tight ass with the glasses, they all seemed fairly civil. No, none of them were the type that would kill for the sake of killing, and for that, he was relieved. Running away from the crowd days ago, that was his fear; Sato knew how deranged some students were, and had assumed a blood bath was occurring. And now, days later, this ugly damn bear had brought the same chilling fear back.

His mother was first on the list. Her disgusting, wrinkled face was shown on the screen; her smile one that wiped his off Masaru's face. In the next slide, she was there again, but this time instead of all smiles, she was bruised, bloody, her left eye swelling so much that it couldn't even open, her cheeks reddened from skid marks against concrete. Then, Sato's good friend; his cocky face and flat face greeted the same fate, but this time, both eyes were swelled and gruesome, and his stupid nose had been visibly broken

Watching his mother and flatmate be decimated on the screen sent chills down his spine and a gasp through his throat, sure, and he may have felt his insides churn and buckle, but... to kill? Because of that? That'd just be ridiculous, right..? Besides, if they're already hurt, I can't do anything about that... he reasoned, his arms folding by his chest.

A quick glance at the others in the room made him realize that he was, indeed, the minority. Most of his peers' faces were dead, cold, not appealing at all. Some of their lips quivered grossly, while others took to more disgraceful means, like making their eyes pop out of their sockets and their mouths gape like fish and their hands shake with a sort of fear that Sato didn't get at all. He might not have gotten it, but complacency was always good in dangerous situations, so he painted a look of muted fear on his face.

To his right, a person was turned away from him, face not visible. Being the consoling friend... that gains trust, I think. Sato considered. Plus, being quiet is pretty boring... He inched a bit closer, on the balls of his feet, tapping the shoulder of the person.

"Heeey... are you alright..? Those videos was pre~tty creepy... how'd a weird bear get a hold of that stuff, anyways?"

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SHSL Lost {Chisaki}

[superhighschoollevelsprinter]

Chisaki jumped a little when he touched her back but let herself be lead by Masaru. He sure acted like Ataru… She hoped he’d be fine.

 She noticed he was looking around and soon enough, was doing the same. The mall was full of shops, all of them fully stocked, but strangely, there were no clerks at the stores. What kind of mall had no people work in it? And it was closed to a handful of people? Whoever kidnapped them wasn’t after money.

She laughed a bit at his joke about her female radar, "My female radar might be broken" she said jokingly.

"Huuuum… The make up kiosk?"

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"Make up kiosk it is~!" He cheered, continuing to place his hand on her back, and moving away from the clothing shops. Establishing physical contact was important in a relationship, right?

He turned back just slightly to the shops, inhaling. A gentleman had to abide by a ladies' wishes, and he had passed the kiosk earlier, but Masaru couldn't deny the appeal of free range on all of the shops. He could take whatever he wanted without consequence; what was more appealing than that? But, he supposed he could come back later, if it was safe.

But then again, when would it ever be safe?

"Make up kiosk, make up kiosk.." He hummed under his breath, adding a cheery tune to his voice to push back the not so cheery thoughts.

"Soo, Ms. Chikamaa-.. what do you do? You look like the kinda girl who has a lot on her plate.. uu, in a good way, of course~!

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A Good Baker Will Rise To The Occasion; It's The Yeast She Can Do

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She laughed, a pleasant sound that she’d developed with years of practice. After all, as dear old daddy loved to remind her, what good was a woman who couldn’t even laugh properly?

Nope. No. Not going down that road. Fuck that guy. Figuratively.

It didn’t take much to forget him, luckily. Whoever this boy was, he provided a welcome distraction. This sort of conversation was healthy, comforting, even, to Karin. It was the sort of thing she would partake in all the time at Turnover A New Leaf.

It reminded her of home. The only home she actually considered to fit the term, her bakery. She smiled wider.

"Somebody’s sure a charmer. It’s a pleasure for me as well, Sato-kun. And my name isn’t terribly uncommon. I bet you say that to all the pretty girls," she teased, not knowing just how right she actually was. "A host? I’ve catered a few host club events! Never met you, though. A real shame, that."

She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the window of the clothing store to her right, and ran her fingers through her hair until it looked presentable again. Oh, the benefits of having short hair, she thought as she unpinned her bangs from on top of her head absentmindedly and allowed them to fall and brush the tips of her eyelashes. It was familiarly comforting as well.

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"I'm sure if I had met you, I wouldn't have forgotten it.." He inched closer to her once more, assuming that she wouldn't mind. After all, who wouldn't want to be closer to him?

He paused as Karin patted her hair down, observing with ease how her hair fell back into place, how her face magnified in beauty. It was the difference between a painting in a beautiful, golden frame and a cardboard covering; the difference wasn't life changing, but particularly notable. Masaru's prediction had been correct. She looked much better once she had cleaned up, but it was a simple beauty, much different than his usual clients.

"You do host clubs, huh..? Ahaha, no, I can't imagine you in one at all! You don't seem like the type of girl who would hang out in host clubs.. or maybe you're secretly a bad girl, yeah~?"

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SHSL Lost {Chisaki}

[superhighschoollevelsprinter]

"He’s like… A bizarro version of every cutesey children’s cartoon character. It’s like… Mickey Mouse were telling us to kill beach other…" Chisaki sighed and then scratched her head. Being trapped in a battle royale was ridiculous enough, but how Monobear was… Monobear made everything even more bizarre.

"It’s Chikamatsu… Unless it’s a nickname, then I’m sorry," she sounded a bit awkward as she corrected him, since she had no idea on whether it was a nickname or not, “Yes! We should look for a way out!” she brightly. Yeah, there had to be a way.

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Those words were all he needed to spin slightly on his heels, his hand on her shoulder creeping its way down her back and into the crook under her shoulder blade. The hand now edged her forward; with confidence, but not too harsh, and downwards the hallway.

Facing forward, Masaru could turn to see an array of apparel stores. Down the hallway, even at this angle, the imposing, surprisingly creepy pale mannequins were visible, displaying various, tacky lines of clothing from various, tacky stores. What Sato really found odd, however, is that despite the apparently lack of people in the mall, the lights were still on, and the stores looked to be stocked.

Whenever he was quite done with his look around, he turned back to Chisaki, hand still firmly placed on her back. A good host makes sure the guest gets lots of attention, right?

"Well, then, my dear.. the world is your oyster~! Come on now, use your female radar to find us an exit..."

"Ahah.. that's a joke, of course! But, rea~lly though, where would you like to go first..?"

[takeohideyoshi]

((Coincidence? I think not.))

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SHSL Lost {Chisaki}

[superhighschoollevelsprinter]

"Huh, thanks," she had learned with Ataru it was best to accept those compliements, or the boys would be either upset the boys. Damn, Masaru even looked like Ataru, except Ataru was blond.

"If someone tries to kill, I’ll smack then," said Chisaki half-jokingly. If anyone got too stupid she’d… She had on what she’d do, but she’d be very upset. Most likely shout and cry. But no one could do anything like that, "Unfortunately, yes, the bear’s still around…"

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"Uwaa... that little bear's the wo~rst!" He groaned, rolling his head back towards the ceiling, voice echoing through the eerily empty hallway once more.

He snapped back forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. Gently, of course. She was a peculiar type of fragile; he could see the fire in her eyes, but the rest of her was glass. Looking into those type of eyes was hard, even for Masaru, but he knew to make an impact he had to.

"Heeey, Miss Chikamaa! We should go look for an exit, don't you think..?  Maybe we'll actually find our way out..! There's gotta be a way, right?"

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A Good Baker Will Rise To The Occasion; It's The Yeast She Can Do

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His face was so expressive. She found herself wondering, half-amazed, if he was an actor. Looking over his trendy outfit, tie slightly askew, she bit back a sigh of appreciation and decided he was definitely dressed for the part. Meaning she should probably stop hitting on him in her mind. Probably wouldn’t end well.

But for shit’s sake, his hair was just-

No, oh my god, shut up. Shut. Up.

Coughing, her face a suspicious dark red now, she smiled back at him with a little less confidence than the bucketloads he was exuding and shrugged.

"My address is Hope’s Peak, so you aren’t learning much there. My name, though, that’s something I can do. Karin Kanoya, Super High School Level Baker at your service. What about you?" She asked in return, grinning with more brilliance after he winked at her. A flirt. Her favorite type of person. They usually liked sugar.

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His innocent smile shifted into a smirk upon the reddening of her cheeks. Despite her continuous wit, Masaru could tell he was having an impact on her. An impact. He felt comfortable pushing the conversation further, especially in her.. current state.

And who knows, maybe when she cleans up, she'd be pretty cute.

"Karin Kanoya... I've never heard of a name that's as alluring as the girl~. Ah... and you bake as well! Ruder folk.. they would call you a 'catch', don't you think..?"

"The name... is Masaru Sato, my dear~ SHSL Host. It's truly a pleasure to meet you.."

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SHSL Lost {Chisaki}

[superhighschoollevelsprinter]

"Huh…" Chisaki was used to her childhood friend saying such things, and Satoshi also seemed to be the type, so her reacting as just smiling a bit, "I’m glad I helped you, but make sure to get more done during the day,"she grinned.

She shook hands with him, her smile became brighter, “Chisaki Chikamatsu,”

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"Chisaki Chikamatsu... a lovely name for a lovely girl~" He sung, ending the handshake. No, no, this one wasn't dangerous at all. Perhaps a bit feisty at times, as he had seen earlier, but it wasn't like she was going to kill anyone.

"Sooo, Miss. Chikamatsu, what's on the agenda today? Did I miss anything? Who's dead..? Uwa.. that silly bear isn't still around,  is it~?"

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A Good Baker Will Rise To The Occasion; It's The Yeast She Can Do

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Karin watched him for a moment, his thought process showing clearly on his face. It was strange, though. He appeared to be an open book, emotionally, but there was just something about him that led her to believe he wasn’t showing everything. As if he were very careful about what he presented. Maybe she was totally wrong, though; reading people and understanding them wasn’t exactly one of her primary objectives in life.

When he finally did answer, though, it was worth it. God, his voice was pretty. His everything was pretty. She wondered, briefly, what he would look like with melted chocolate chips dripping down his abdomen.

Okay, wow, could you BE any more off task, Karin? Focus.

Taking a deep, shaky breath (the mental image still hadn’t left), she gave him a bright, if worried, smile and rustled her hair again, consciously this time. A bit startled, she quickly threaded her fingers through it in a gesture meant to clean up her appearance a bit. Goddamn if she was going to look like a hot mess in front of what appeared to be heaven on earth.

"Do you plan on trying…?" Was her helpless response, unable to think of a more sarcastic or, alternatively, thoughtful commentary. "Ah, and I’m not sure there’s sense to be made, honestly. This is all pretty dumb."

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He laughed melodiously, lifting his hand up towards his face in a half-assed attempt to cover his mouth. She may look awful now, but hey, at least she's funny. At least, Masaru thought so. Actually, it wasn't funny at all, but he still laughed.

He felt comfortable enough to take a step forward; the girl didn't look like she was planning on cutting a bitch anytime soon, and neither did he. He composed himself, and after laughing, and then he he tried a grin; not a full grin, but one of those lazy, half-smirk grins. Not necessarily in his fashion, but what could he do? While the conversation itself was helping him gain back his energy, there's only so much effort you can put forward when a stupid, robotic bear tells you that you're supposed to kill everyone in an /almost empty/ mall.

"Plan on trying..? Your name would be good start~ You've gotta start from the basics, I think. Your name, then your number, then your address..."

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A Good Baker Will Rise To The Occasion; It's The Yeast She Can Do

Karin Kanoya was rather disheveled.

Well, perhaps disheveled wasn’t the right word. Off her game, freaked out…and her hair was a mess as a result. Whenever she was nervous, her dominant hand’s fingers always managed to find themselves subconsciously threaded through her bangs, pushing them back on top of her head. This time, without a mirror to tell her “hey, you look like you just had rough sex,” she didn’t fix it and the brown strands were mussed greatly. Thankfully, short hair never stayed unkempt for long.

Her sweater sleeves were also suffering. Frayed at the edges from over-exposure to the elements (read: she never took the fucking thing off, ever), it had been tugged at so forcefully in her distressed state that one of the sleeves threatened to slip right off of her shoulder - not that she noticed. In her distraction, she somehow managed to pull off almost walking directly into some nerd with an inability to see where Karin was going. The fact that they weren’t looking in her direction probably contributed to that, but the baker distinctly ignored that part.

Furrowing her brow warily at who she’d very nearly mowed over, she again indulged in a bad habit and tugged the turquoise cuffs of her sweater down. “Um. Hi? I think. Unless you’re here to kill me, in which case, bye.”

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The girl's bluntness had caught Masaru off guard; direct, and to the point, much unlike his previous experiences with females. In normal circumstances, despite him being taken aback, he wouldn't have bat an eyelash. However, here, things were different. A pause between the two occurred as he stood there, thinking, allowing himself prep time for the ever-important rebuttal. But then, what was there to sugarcoat? She had already laid out her cards on the table.. at least, in his eyes.

Finally, he couldn't bare his silence any longer. Taking a breath, he replied, "Don't worry, my dear. I couldn't hurt your face if I tried~. No, no, my intentions are much more pure! All I'm doing is going around and making sense of the whole thing, yeah?"

And it was true. After wandering around the place for a while, he became bored, tired, but also quite curious. Surely this place wasn't /really/ some sort of battle ground. Maybe it was a sitcom? Or.. a social experiment? At this point, he would take even the shittiest excuse.

Speaking of shitty, he couldn't help but notice that the girl he was charming appeared to have just finished some rough sex. She was an even bigger mess than he was; hair disheveled, sweater falling apart at the hinges, and, the worst of all, the ratty thing was at least three sizes bigger than what she needed. He supposed she had a nice enough face that it would make up for it, but /damn/, someone needed to clean up. But, then again, he wasn't particularly in the best shape, either...

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SHSL Lost {Chisaki}

[superhighschoollevelsprinter]

"Crazy day, yes," Chisaki sighed deeply and gave the boy a small smile, "Definetely, but… More often than not, if jokes are too ridiculous, the odds are they aren’t just jokes…" yes, that was it, “But that doesn’t mean we’ll run around killing each other, so…” he looked as if he were trying to look stronger, and come to think about it so was she and everyone else, so she tried to say some kind words.

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Slowly but surely his groove was coming back to him, and his shoulders released their tension, though his heart only beat faster. The grin stuck on his face melded, and a more real, natural smile formed. "...Such reassuring, kind words, from a gorgeous lady like yourself is quite the pleasure~. Your voice! So melodious, like an opera! Aah, I could listen to you all day, my dear.."

He leaned down, just enough to be considered a bow, but not enough for it to be considered strange; at least, Masaru didn't think so. His eyes met hers, and he finished his curtsy. Then, he held out his hand. "Masaru Sato." He chimed, awaiting her shake.

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SHSL Lost {open}

He didn't really get what he was doing until he was far, far away from the others.

The news was hard to bear, especially for poor Masaru. As he wandered the cavernous, peculiarly empty hallway, he considered trying to access the situation. In the end, he decided against it; his brain was far too fatigued. His arms hung at his side, lifeless, legs mechanistically moving back and forth, carrying him to wherever the hell he was going. Glazed over eyes assisted just barely; leading him deeper and deeper into this damn mall... or maybe he was moving towards the entrance? How big is this place, anyways? He thought lazily, turning another corner into another hallway, and another chance of death. I mean... what's even going on now? Because he had left so early, Sato had no idea if the death had started immediately, or maybe..

It wasn't until he had heard the footsteps coming from behind that he even knew someone else shared the space. Immediately, his muscles tensed. A killer..? Damn, he should have thought to grab a weapon. Not like it mattered now. A moment passed.. and then he turned around.

"Ahaha... crazy day, don't you think?" He blurted offhandedly, plastering a smile onto his face, putting as much bravado into it as he could in his exhausted state. He couldn't even get a good look at the face yet. "All this killing stuff, and all this mall stuff, and... wasn't that a talking stuffed bear..? It's almost like a dream, hm~?"

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