well it was an attempt

i hate fuckgign themes i give Up byebye

[shslservingboy]

Seriously people are dead. [open]

[shsldubstep-blog]

"Okay then…" Mitsuo hesitantly agrees- it’s easier to just let him do it if he’s really so psyched about it. Weird kid. But hey, different strokes for different folks. If this guy was really that enthusiastic about making food for people or whatever then Mitsuo wasn’t going to judge. 

"Uh." He might judge the condescending tsking a little though.

"Look you-" Oh, whoa, and now the guy is prostrating himself on the floor!? "D-dude seriously, get up, it’s not that big a deal… C’mon floors are dirty right? You shouldn’t be laying down on them." Also those are his clean underwear you’re holding, Niwa, so he’d probably appreciate it if you didn’t rub them on the floor or whatever.

[shslservingboy]

Oh come on, Niwa would NEVER put clean laundry on the floor. He's probably like... holding them... up... or something.... maybe they're on his head. They're safe. Don't worry Mitsuo, he will protect your delicates with his life.

"It's quite alright, sir, I am used to being in such predicaments..." he muttered. The floor is his home. That is where the trash belongs. However, he gets up at Mitsuo's words but remains with his head ducked. He seems pretty depressed about his own slack off in behavior. That almost never happened at home... learning to interact with his peers was going to take a lot more work.

"... Deeply sorry, Ito-sama."

[shslservingboy]

Seriously people are dead. [open]

[shsldubstep-blog]

The kitchen, right… well if it was still open were they actually allowed in? And had it been cleaned up? The idea of walking in and seeing the jam everywhere and Holly’s body still laid out on the floor was unpleasant. Mitsuo wasn’t squeamish or anything, but making food with a dead body in the room seemed kinda. Something. Disrespectful? Potentially unsanitary? Just plain weird? One of those.

"I guess it can’t hurt to go have a look." He says after a moment’s consideration. Might as well check to make sure, and if the kitchen is clean then it’d be great to finally get a decent meal. 

"Um, you would? I mean you really want to do that?" Mitsuo isn’t sure how comfortable he is with the idea of Niwa making him food. He’s not used to being waited on or whatever and he’s really not sure how to deal with it. But it’s not like he’s taking advantage or anything, right? Niwa’s offering all on his own. "That’d be really nice of you. I’m not all that great at cooking. Cereal, sandwiches, and microwave meals are kind of the extent of my abilities." Wow that was almost a joke. If he weren’t so depressed he might even have tacked on a smile.

[shslservingboy]

Niwa's pretty sure that it's gotta be cleaned up by now-- leaving dead bodies around food was just plain unsanitary! Monobear may be running some kind of crazy murder party with the lives of teenagers, but he isn't that cruel. Think of all the Jell-O and boxed foods that would suffer. Innocent lives.

"Of course I would, sir! It would be my honor." Niwa says it in such a tone that it's impossible to think that there is no way this guy is not absolutely shitting himself in delight at the idea of making someone else's food for them. What a weirdo. Oh well, at least he suits his talen well-- waiting on others. There's only so many out there who'd have that kind of patience for so long.

"Microwave meals?!" He seems horrified for a moment, like Mitsuo just confessed to washing his colored clothes with his lights. A sin that no man could ever repent for. But then he bursts into giggles. "Oh, no, that just won't do, Ito-sama... That's no way to eat at all..." He tsked like he truly could not believe Mitsuo was living such a deprived life, but then catches himself in the middle of it and looks utterly mortified. Oh no, this was so unprofessional-- what was he doing?! Aaaaaaaaaaagh!!!

"I mean-- hhh, sorry sir-- I didn't... ahh, mean... gggh, any... disrespect at all! I truly am apologetic, I humbly apologize for transgressions on my behalf-- gggghhhh.....!!!!" In the next moment, he's on the ground doing that INCREDIBLY APOLOGETIC bow thing where you're actually on the fucking floor. What a loser. Is he still holding the underwear. Did he ever put those down. Holy shit.

[shslservingboy]

Seriously people are dead. [open]

[shslmollusklord]

Kuji really had no reason to be in the laundry room. It wasn’t like he had changed clothes recently—even out of the things he was wearing his now-sleeveless shirt had stains under the arms, his khakis looked like they might have been charcoal-stained, and everything was wrinkly as all hell. So why might he have been in here? Because…he’d already looked around everywhere else several times in the past few hours, and in all honesty he was bored out of his mind. This was a guy who spent most of his time romping around outside, and he felt like he was currently…well, in a terrarium way too small for him.

That didn’t mean he didn’t still want to book it when he saw the other blond loser apparently doing some kind of gross servant stuff. Instead of thinking about what a total farce that trial had been, all he could think about was…hey, it was that dickhead that tripped him!

With all the seriousness of a young Napoleon, he approached Niwa and hopped up on the nearest washing machine, kicking his heels and even leaving little black smears where his gross feet hit the relatively white exterior. “Hey, you—you like listening to people, right?”

[shslservingboy]

Niwa paused in his perusing the underwear of ambiguous origin, looking up at Kuji with wide eyes. Oh boy! When had he gotten here?? Maybe he had been too focused on his work to notice him?? Eeeeek, how rude! He mentally berated himself for being so oblivious.

As soon as he recognizes the arrival of slug lord, he ducks his head in a meek bow, still gripping the underwear. That's the guy he accidentally tripped earlier, too... oh no. He was probably here to get his revenge. Niwa couldn't blame him if that was the case.

"Hhhh-- sir? Ah, um, I mean-- yes sir! I do. I... That is, if you want me to... sir..."

Did he like listening to people? Niwa took a private moment to consider it. People often had more interesting things to say than he himself did, and normally he was required to listen to them anyway... so it was more habitual by now. When in doubt, he's learned to just say whatever he thought the other person wanted to hear. So... this was a good answer, right?

[shslservingboy]

Seriously people are dead. [open]

[shsldubstep-blog]

That may be true but Mitsuo is very sad right now. Down in the dumps, so to speak, when most of the time he’s the life of the party. His first instinct when feeling like this is usually to go curl up in his room, but right now his room is a cell which isn’t particularly comforting, and besides he doesn’t want to risk falling asleep and missing whatever margin of time there is to visit Saki before she’s… gone. Well at least this guy seems cheery enough to combat his dark mood- although the question about eating catches him a little off guard.

"Ah-…"

"Now that you mention it I… I don’t actually know how long its been. Before the murder, I think, which was… hours ago." The portions of food delivered to the cells had been getting steadily smaller over the days of the motive as well, and Mitsuo had been sleeping so much that he’d probably missed quite a few meals. The sleeping had also prevented him from burning too much energy though, so he hadn’t really noticed how hungry he was until Niwa brought it up. And now he realizes that he is, in fact, starving. Man, he probably should be on the verge of passing out or something. No doubt his continued consciousness and alertness is due to fortitude built up from years of hardcore partying.

[shslservingboy]

"Ah, that's no good, Ito-sama... If you don't mind my saying so, of course. You should eat something, sir! I believe the kitchen should still be open at this point, unless it's been closed back up in the meanwhile..."

"I am a rather experienced in the preparation of gourmet meals-- though I wouldn't dare go as far to call it an actual talent or anything-- due to working alongside a five star chef in my time. I'd be ever so humbled if you'd allow me to prepare you something!"

He wondered what sort of shady ingredients other than grape jam might be in the kitchen. This was a prison, so they couldn't expect much... but then again, Niwa was very crafty. Surely he'd be able to scrape up something worthy of consumption!

[shslservingboy]

Seriously people are dead. [open]

[shsldubstep-blog]

Under normal circumstances, Mitsuo would have found all the stammering and distress pretty adorable, in a worrying kind of way. As it is… well he still thinks it’s adorable, but he doesn’t really have the energy to flirt or comment or even smile. He’s probably making a terrible first impression, maybe he should just leave…

"It’s fine." Oh so he was a serving boy? Like a servant or something? Well that explained the behavior. Sort of. "Don’t worry about it Niwa-kun. I just meant you don’t haveto call me sir. If… if you want to I’m not gonna get mad or anything.”

[shslservingboy]

Niwa was used to being in the presence of much, much harsher people, Mitsuo, don't worry! You seem fine to him. More than fine, actually. But then again Niwa saw 99.99999% of people as something to revere and be awed by. It helped a lot in his job, as one could imagine. 

He sure is relieved at the green light to keep calling the other by sir, though. It made Niwa a little uneasy to go against years of conditioning.

"Yes, sir! Exactly like a servant, actually.... Ah, if it's too irksome to you, however, I will resume my efforts to keep from addressing you as such." But dude he is so happy to call you sir.

Then his usually peppy demeanor shifted for a moment, mouth quirking into a slight frown. "... Ah, Ito-sama... you don't look so well. If you don't mind my asking, have you gotten enough to eat recently, sir? Eating is very important!"

[shslservingboy]

Seriously people are dead. [open]

[shsldubstep-blog]

Okay that was weird. What was up with this kid? Why was he acting so formal? If Mitsuo weren’t too busy being sad it might have made him uncomfortable. Actually it still made him uncomfortable, just… less. Seeing that the guy was washing his underwear was also a little weird, but it didn’t bother him as much as it probably would someone else. Maybe the guy was the type who cleaned when they were stressed or something? Mitsuo knows there are people like that.

"No… don’t worry about it. And you don’t have to call me sir. I’m just seventeen and I’m… " 

"Well. You don’t have to call me sir. My name’s Ito. Ito Mitsuo."

[shslservingboy]

At least Misuo has underwear. He could be Slug Lord and apparently running around free in the wind, y'know. Now that would be weird.

"... My apologies, Ito-sama! In the future I will honor your wishes to the utmost of my ability, sir--"

Aw shit he did it again. This was so confusing, being around... people who apparently did not want to be called sir or ma'am or any variant thereof. It was definitely going to take some getting used to, adjusting himself from so many years of training.

"... I'm sorry, hhhh-- I will do better in the future, honestly!" The polite thing to do would be to introduce himself in turn, right? "... My name is Niwa Kyoshi, but that isn't so important as what I do-- that is, Super High School Level Serving Boy, siiiii--" FUCK. "... Um, no... sir... at the end of that... Please forgive my stupidity."

[shslservingboy]

Seriously people are dead. [open]

[shsldubstep-blog]

After the trial, Mitsuo isn’t entirely sure what to do or where to go. Apparently visiting Saki for however long she has left isn’t allowed for another hour or something, and it’s still… difficult to think that she’s going to die. She’s actually going to die. After what happened to Holly and that other boy, Mitsuo can’t deny what’s happening any longer. People are dead. It’s all real. Someone locked a bunch of Hope’s Peak students in this fucked up prison and sent a robot bear to make them kill each other. It makes absolutely zero sense, but that doesn’t make it any less real and it certainly doesn’t make Holly any less dead.

It’s ridiculous to feel guilty, he knows that. He’d only been doing what he thought was the right thing by investigating, and if he hadn’t found the evidence then who knows what might have happened? Would Saki have confessed? Or would they all have died? Was the bear just bluffing about killing all of them or…? He has no idea, but it’s not exactly something worth the risk. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to vote for his friend, no matter how short a time he’d known her. And he can’t stop feeling at least partially responsible for her impending execution.

Wandering aimlessly through the prison, Mitsuo keeps his eyes down and his arms crossed- though less in his usual confident pose and more like he’s hugging himself for whatever comfort that might bring. At some point he ends up in the laundry room and glances up briefly, just to see if there’s anyone he wants to avoid in here- specifically that slug guy, although from the look of him Mitsuo doubts he’s ever set foot in a laundry room- and instead sees a vaguely familiar boy… washing his underwear?

That’s strange enough to snap him out of his thoughts.

"Um… what are you doing?" Mitsuo’s voice is lower than usual, nearly a monotone. He sounds more tired than anything, which he shouldn’t be considering how much he was sleeping during the motive. It’s more of an emotional exhaustion than a physical one though.

[shslservingboy]

Niwa is interrupted from whatever underwear grabbing business he has decided to engage himself with to snap to attention and regard the newcomer at the door. Oh, it was... the guy from the trial with whom he'd never directly spoken to. Niwa bows formally to him out of training. Ninety degrees, man. Ninety degrees always. He's got bowing down to an exact science by this point. Fitting of a PROFESSIONAL here.

Talking to his shoes, he responds in a prompt manner.

"Sir! I am currently washing laundry that was waiting in the queue. I hope that I have not done anything wrong." Were prison expectations different from the ones in the house he served? Time to find out. 

[shslservingboy]

Seriously people are dead. [open]

Holy shit. That trial was pretty intense. Intense in the way that Niwa had sort of just... stayed quiet at his little podium and didn't say a word. It wasn't like he had anything productive to contribute, anyway! And they had found the culprit in the end, so even without any interjections from the lowly serving boy, they had been fine.

If you want to "condemning a peer to certain execution" fine.

Which he didn't, but...

... It wasn't like his opinion mattered! He decided to just push all of his negative feelings away in lieu of doing something useful, like his purpose was. And so that's how he found himself in the laundry room after the trial, doing one of the tasks a serving boy's skills were incredibly well tailored to-- washing some stranger's underwear.

Hey, it was their fault for leaving them out!

[blindprofits]

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[prisonofdespair]

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[schrodingerstwins]

My, Won't This Be Crowded [Niwa]

[schrodingerstwins]

The twins jump back a little when the previously thought to be both dead and alive body proves that it’s simply alive by hopping to it’s feet. It’s at this point the boys register that, their mysterious body is yet another boy! This registers a split second before they’re barrelled over by the other cellbound boy, Cyril crashing into Lyric and the two of them almost falling to the floor, barely managing to keep their balance by holding onto each other

While the other boy is looking around the room in what appears to be a state of panic, the twins were standing back up and adjusting glasses and labcoats. It wouldn’t pay to look a mess, first impressions were very important to the two of them. Cyril, the slightly more social of the two, was about to ask if their cellmate was alright when he whirled around and bowed low to them.

"I…no, that won’t be nessecary. I mean" "We mean that, we don’t think it’s your fault at all" "Quite right, how in the world could you be responsible for something like this" "Indeed, now could we" "Have your name perhaps?" "I mean if it’s not too much trouble" "We could even introduce ourselves first if that would make things better!"

Lyric was attempting a friendly smile but only managed to look kind of awkward, he wasn’t sure what to do when speaking to…well anyone other than Cyril really. With a hesitant step forward he offers his hand out to the other boy, Cyril mimicking his movement exactly. And with this gesture they introduce themselves in unison.

"Cyril and Lyric Tylcern, we are physicists. It’s a pleasure to meet you…"

[shslservingboy]

Pull yourself TOGETHER, Niwa, you are making a ruckus and injuring these poor people in the slovenly house!! He continues to solemnly regard the floor in his perfect 90 degree angle bow. He will stay here forever, don't think he won't. You may want to consider saying something to this kid because he is capable of doing this for literal hours.

"I'm honored to meet you, sir.... s...." Oh heck there are TWO of them, don't forget the plural!!! Plurals are really important, you see, because if you wanted something like TWO cookies and not one but you said the wrong thing then you would be hungry!!! Plurals are important. Niwa starts wondering where the baking supplies are. Maybe he could offer them some baked delicacies as an apology for his stupidity! He tucks the idea away to remember later.

Then he remembered his other manners, which was that smiling was very important!!! Always! In order to make others happy, you had to show them that you were happy as well! Happy to serve. Of course.

"My name is Niwa Kyoshi! I am just a plain old serving boy." 

He is still sort of addressing the floor.

"That's not as interesting or awe-inspiring as being a physicist, of course! You two must be very smart. I know some really smart dogs. I bet you're smarter than at least 20% of them!" He says this completely cheerfully, apparently oblivious to the fact that that wasn't really a compliment at all. Niwa what the fuck you don't compare people to dogs when you're trying to compliment them. Even if you really like dogs. Come on now.

[schrodingerstwins]

My, Won't This Be Crowded [Niwa]

Slowly the twins awoke, almost in unison, though Cyril was the first to open his eyes and look up at the ceiling. A very unfamiliar ceiling. Slightly puzzles he sat up, and shook Lyric slightly. When the second of the Tylcern twins was sitting up as well, they both looked around the room more. Nothing at all was familiar in the slightest, which was strange. That last thing either of them could remember was walking into Hope’s peak. How odd. As they examined the room a little better, they instantly pegged it for some sort of cell.  There wasn’t much else it could be, as dreary as it was. Cyril stood up and finally noticed the oddest thing of all. They weren’t alone

Laying not to far from the two of them was another person, unconscious still. With curious expressions the boys crouched near the body and shook it lightly.

"Hello? Can you hear us? Are you alive or are you dead?"

"Right now I believe our unconscious friend is both." 

"Schrodinger’s cell mate? Really Lyric"

"Yes, Really Cyril, I mean we don’t know for sure, so they might be either and therefor both"

"I suppose you have a point…"

“I always do Cyril.”

While this whole exchange was going on the Twins were shaking and prodding at their unconscious cellmate, It would have been simple to take a pulse, but neither of them had much interest in first aid.

[shslservingboy]

Niwa, the unconscious body in question, was currently having the most delightful dream. About... Something delightful, use your imagination here! After he's been (rudely) shaken awake, however, those fanciful bits of sleep evaporated like a puddle on a sunny day. Too bad! 

He jerked upright almost immediately, an astonished expression marked by his huge eyes and slightly agape mouth-- oh no, had he been sleeping on the job?! How terrible!!! He had never, ever slept on the job before, not even when he was super-duper-extraordinarily exhausted! He leapt to his feet (hopefully not barreling over any unsuspecting twins and whirled around, looking at the room with that same astonished expression.

Oh no! Not only had he fallen asleep on the job, but THE ENTIRE HOUSE HAS BECOME DIRTY AS SHIT WHILE HE WAS OUT. How long had he been hibernating, anyway?! This was just ridiculous. He didn't even recognize the place! It really needed some dusting....

Oh, great, and now he was forgetting his manners, too!! Auuugh!!! Shape up or ship out, Niwa! Patting at his clothes self-consciously, trying to brush off any dust or other unsightly impurities, he turned to face the two twins. Whoa!! Holy jack-in-a-box he had no idea who these people are either. He bowed deeply-- so deep, you might expect him to crash his forehead on the floor-- stammering out an apology.

"Sorry!! So sorry, sirs, I was... I don't know what came over me! Such slovenly conduct is not acceptable!!! I will take any reprimanding that you see fit without complaint!"

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[newenglandpups]

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[poochcrew]

There’s a little derp in every litter