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“I came here to check out the pool, not you.”
Naruki joked… or at least made an attempt to humor Keizo. Their very lackadaisical attitude and barebones attempt to change the tone of their voice doesn’t really help them out in being sarcastic though.
“…But the burns were also a tell, yeah. You weren’t the only one with burns though so I was better off checking the roster instead of making false assumptions.”
Naruki glanced to look at Keizo and his scars once again before yawning and returning to taking a look around the rest of the room once more. They had met Junko a little while before the killing game was announced, and it would’ve been awkward if he thought that she was the firefighter purely from her burns.
He takes a moment to check the timer on his watch after hearing Keizo’s comments before glancing back at him.
“You aren’t the only person I asked for info from though. I can’t mistake you for another guy if I’m going around asking everyone if they’ve found anything useful… but I haven’t gotten anything useful from that search… Haven’t found anything myself either.”
He sighs disappointingly after saying while moving his head to the side.
“It’s worth a shot trying to discuss everything to find out if there’s anything that we don’t know though. Chances are that Sasanari’s hiding at least one secret that we’re able to sniff out.”
They pause for a brief moment.
“…But If there isn’t anything I’ll be able to find, then you’ll probably be finding me here sharing the pool, or taking the other option with whatever’s left of our time.”
It wasn’t hard to deduce what ‘the other option’ meant murder in a killing game, but he didn’t stammer or hesitate saying it all, despite the subject matter.
“…It’d be nice if none of us had to follow this sick joke or die like how Nagase already has though.”
“Sadly I only have as much of a clue as anyone else has about this place if you’re asking me about insights… but if I were to take a guess, this isn’t gonna last until all of us are dead. If they wanted us all gone, they would’ve gotten rid of us by now, so there’s probably a reason why they’re dragging this on for longer than it already should’ve.”
"Maybe so. But I'm gonna consider myself an added bonus. Free of charge."
...Why is he winking. Just how obnoxious can one man be.
With that, though, Keizo twists his mouth a little -- seeming a little contemplative.
"...We got another kid with burns? Gotta say, I'm surprised. Hope she's not as reckless as I am. Guess I'll be on the lookout -- I'll admit, I don't think I've met too many of our little number here, and I hate to see it shrink before I got the chance to say hey to a fellow victim."
...He obviously doesn't think of himself as a victim, so that probably rings a little hollow. If anything, he seems proud of the scars.
Keizo's eyebrow quirks when Naruki yawns, though if he's thinking anything about it, he keeps it to himself. ...For now.
With that, though, he gives a bit of a chuckle, on hand looped into the top of his trunks, other raising up to his face.
"It's an expression. Don't take shit so literal, yeah? But, y'know, ain't gonna say it's a bad impulse -- I just figure we're all paddling in the dark on this one. And if someone did have information to tell ya, they'd probably lie and say they didn't. Whatever we're bein' put up to probably ain't intended to be public knowledge, so be careful, sport."
.... As the conversation continues, Keizo's eyes widen -- ever so slightly, blink and you miss it -- obviously due to the casual admittance that Naruki was, uh. Completely fucking willing to play into this. (...That was... concerning. In a word.)
Though it goes away as quickly as it appears-- (Already? How quickly do people work towards their own ends--) -- his mouth still that casual grin-- (And for what reward, for what gain -- beyond an extra three days, or few hours, given the inevitable--) -- and eyelids half-lidded-- (... though, someone so willing to just say that outright, to a total stranger--) -- with one hand resting firmly on his skin, thumb on his belly.
"Easy there, tiger. Just make sure to pick on someone your own size, if you're gonna go for that kinda shit."
His eyes become a little more appraising, but he sighs -- contemplating for a moment, before:
"...Y'really think so? Mhm...."
...There's a long pause, but eventually Keizo snaps his fingers, as if struck:
"Ah, aight. I get it. You're sayin', they acted all freaked out -- or, y'know, disappointed -- when Nagase-kun kicked it, right? And if they just wanted us to die, they'd have been more happy with the whole thing, an' let us still have access to the windows. There's somethin' important in getting us to kill each other -- and the goal is to get to a certain point, or else there wouldn't be this runnin' three-day threat. Do I get a gold star, teach?"
His blink is gentle.
"...Don't think that helps us. AI-kun ain't exactly givin' us answers, though... though, my ma always said that men with face scars deserve the most respect. Maybe we should try butterin' him up...."
Keizo. Do you actually think someone will believe your mom fucking said something so dumb-- you have a face scar, you idiot--
