SHSL Saxophone

(Affiliated with Reaching Despair 2: Earth)

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Fuck an Emcee Name||Muwata||Chapter 5||RE: Motive Reaction, Yuu

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Yuu doesn’t seem to mind if Muwata climbed up on the counter in a skirt to dumplike. Every box of tea on to the counter. They just give a small nod and start rummaging through them, probably getting a box of black tea and starting to put all the other boxes away as they listened to Muwata talk.

Wait, young one? Wasn’t she younger than them?

“Well, I think you’re pretty brave at least.”

They assure, reaching up to get a cup out of a cabinet. She was much braver then they could ever be.  Aaaand it helps that she had an entire bazooka with her. Can’t forget about that.

“I’m sure you will, you’re very strong. I’m sure we’ll all get out of here safe… Oh, ah, by the way Muwata-chan… Can I show you something? It’s nothing bad or anything, it’s just your a close friend and I want you to know… Just in case I forget..”

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Muwata’s heart skipped a bit, when Yuu told her this. She was strong to someone? Even now, after she just about lost her mind? If she wasn’t as in control of her emotions as she was during the trial, Muwata would be sitting here and almost crying or some dramatic crap. But, seeing as she was perfectly ok right now, the saxophonist simply sipped her coffee and offered a small ‘heh, thanks.’ Of course, the small hint of blush in her cheeks weren’t so easily hidden. 

“Eh? Something to show me? Sure!” 

She was a bit taken off guard, specifically because she was already reaching for her 2nd or 3rd cup of coffee (Muwata: JESUS!), but she eyed the courier curiously. Surely it was important if they mentioned how she was a close friend. That in itself also surprised her, but maybe not too much, considering how kind Yuu was to her.   

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Fuck an Emcee Name||Muwata||Chapter 5||RE: Motive Reaction, Yuu

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Yuu is a bit… Skittish on the way to the kitchen. Constantly looking down the hall and around corners just in case someone is planning to jump them. Thanks to the gas in their room he’s pretty paranoid and anxious lately. Scared for his friends, scared about possibly dying next, he’s a mess.

Well, Muwata is at least dragging the bazooka around with her. So at least they weren’t unarmed. That brought a littler comfort to the sleep courier.

They nodded along as Muwata spoke, murmuring small ‘oh’s and 'ah’s as they did. Once they were in the kitchen Yuu pulled himself up to sit on one of the counters, idly watching Muwata as she started making some coffee.

“Mmm… I’ll have some tea.”

He yawned, rubbing his eyes some more.

“It’s okay, there’s been a lot going on recently. It’s been really stressful and stuff but… We’ll be okay, right? I’m sure there’s a way out of here right the labyrinth, just need to stay positive… But until then you’ll keep us all safe, right Muwata-chan? You’re very strong and brave…”

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Muwata, surprisingly calm (on the outside, at least), nodded and grabbed a kettle. She then poured water from the sink into it and turned on a burner on the stove. She then placed the kettle on the stove and went to compartments to just....shove EVERY TEA HERE on the counter for Yuu to pick (Ok, so she may have climbed onto the counter to pick, but whatever: Yuu probably wouldn’t care if this was unladylike in a skirt. She did cringe when she bent up with the help of her hurt wrist though...) she offered a small chuckle in response to Yuu telling her she was brave. Brave, her? But, she couldn’t even save her dead friends. Her father? Well, it was sweet of him to think so, but even still.

“It appears as if you’ve overestimated me, young one. Though, I appreciate your candor. I’m not as brave as you think. Even I...have things I’m afraid of. My grandfather simply warned me of the dangers of displaying any sign of weakness."

The coffee was ready to go now, surprisingly faster to make than expected. Almost immediately, the saxophonist reached for a mug, poured the darkened swill and drank it then and there, without so much as a hint of sugar or milk.  

“Still, I will protect you and the others. I won’t allow anyone else I care about to die EVER again. Even if I have to drink 50 pots of coffee to keep my eyes open!”

She smiled weakly, but the coffee seemed to give her a bit more energy. Thank goodness for caffiene, right?

“I’ll be your knight and launch this bazooka sky high if it means finding our way out of here!”

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Fuck an Emcee Name||Muwata||Chapter 5||RE: Motive Reaction, Yuu

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“Mmm…. M-Muwata-chan…?”

Yuu opened the door slowly, peering out to make sure it was really Muwata before fully opening it. They yawned, rubbing his eyes as they bleakly stared at their saxophonist friend. There were some obvious bags under Yuu’s eyes, like they hadn’t got a wink of sleep last night.

And how could they honestly? With the release of the new motive the courier found trouble getting any rest in their room. After a while of nothing but nightmares Yuu just decided staying awake would be easier than putting up with this nonsense.

“Mmmhmm…Okay. Let me just get something..”

Closing the door again, Yuu rummages through some stuff before coming back out with a familiar messenger bag in hand. Although he’s just holding it for some reason instead of wearing it…? Thanks yuu.

He murmured ‘okay’ and motioned for Muwata to lead the way.

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It was good to be back to her ‘old’ self. Well, for the most part, anyway. There was still the pain, deep in her heart of losing so many of her friends. She was still hurt by some of the hurtful and disgusting things that Ryuunosuke said. Far as she was concerned though? He was the only ‘enemy’ left here that they had to worry about. The boy could hurt others; his intent was apparent (Well, at least, it was in her eyes!). When she saw Yuu though, it was obvious that all the events leading up to this point had taken an enormous toll on him. Muwata felt a bit bad, honestly, for Yuu even took good care of her when it mattered most. Both he and Iwao were there for her when she felt lacking in her strength to go on: But at some point, she reassured them both that she needed some time to recover on her lonesome for a bit.  It seemed to have done her some good, despite the pain in her wrist, which she still endured. But the hissing ceased, only to be replaced with a ruthless sort of determination and a will-not-take-any-of-your-crap sort of attitude. This was war, she remembered. Just because some of their friends died did not mean that they could stray from the main objective. Vera, Nanashi, Rue....Sachi and the others would not allow for such disrespect, after all. But for now, Yuu seemed finished getting whatever he needed. Time to move forward.

“While I cannot promise you comforting sleep, perhaps a calming cup of caffinated coffee or tea would help until this stupid motive is over with, hmm? For now, we have important work to do: Don’t forget we need to focus on leaving this disgusting cave and piecing any clues we have together.”

She nodded, only to look away for a moment. What good clues did she even have in the first place. Would they have to go into the labyrinth and search once more? Might be their only choice, despite the lack of sleep they would have....or were in the middle of dealing with.

“I admit to becoming...unfocused, up until this point. I thought that you and Vera were...hiding much more from me. That you guys didn’t trust or like me anymore. Of course, I’m sure I didn’t seem like I was trustful or forthcoming with you either. Not after that trial... But I don’t mean to bring up the bad stuff.”

By this point, Muwata had led them to the kitchen, where she began to look for whole bean bags of coffee. Upon finding the stuff, she plugged in a nearby grinder and went to town. Next thing you knew, she was grabbing the essentials to start up the coffee pot. Time to make Muwata’s all time favourite black coffee. Her cousin warned her against it, as it could ‘stunt her growth’ or something, but of course, she never listened. The girl drank the stuff black since she was a child. Warnings could be damned!

“How do you take your coffee? Or is it tea you prefer? Pick your weapon wisely, young soldier. We have a long few days ahead.”

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Fuck an Emcee Name||Muwata||Chapter 5||RE: Motive Reaction, Yuu

{x} Muwata was kind of annoyed, really, to hear the next motive. She stood here, with others, her uninjured hand tightly formed into a fist at her side. She was ridiculously sick of it, honestly. Seeing her other friends get hurt by stuff like this? Now having to endure more sleepless nights? This was utter crap, and she for one, was sick of it rather than scared.  In her anger, the saxophonist grabbed some shutter shades from her pocket, threw it on the ground then stomped on them furiously until they were in pieces. This was after she left her room of course, but not without grabbing her bazooka gun and a handful of kazoos…

“This is an utter disgrace! I will not be shaken by such hogwash! If you think I will be, then honey: You’ve got a big storm coming!!!“  

With that, the saxophone player glared a hole into the monochrome bear, only to knock on Yuu’s door immediately after. Why had she slept in her own room tonight? Stupid stupid stupid……stupid stubborn Muwata. Hopefully everyone would be fine, at least. 

“Yuu-san: We’re going to the kitchen, effective immediately. We must find a good home base. We must find Kazuki and Iwao at some point too. There is a survival strategy we must create! I will accept nothing less!”

Yes, to the kitchen. Where they could make coffee and cakes. This was important, very definitely. 

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Pencil. I know I'm not in heaven b u t. *soft Sophs noises* maybe with iwao too if you want. The loud duo.

my children……..

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this is the most pleasant song i’ve ever heard, it is filled with great advice that i think we should all follow, and this message should be told to everyone.

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The fall of a fighter||Muwata||reaction to everything/monothea

“I’M FUCKING SICK OF IT! SO I’M NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE FEELINGS? THAT MAKES ME ‘stupid’ IN EVERYONE’S EYES? FUCK MOST OF YOU! I’M SICK OF HOLDING IT ALL IN! I’M SO SICK OF IT!"  The saxophonist screamed. This was before the death of Shuji, yet after her fight with Ryuunosuke and Koma. She yelled this out of nowhere, the rage in her voice loud and hollow. Had she 'returned’? "FUCK YOU ESPECIALLY! YOU DID THE SAME THING I DID TO VERA…FOR THE RUDEST JERK IN THIS PLACE! I WAS ONLY TRYING TO SAVE MY FRIENDS. AND I GET RUDE TREATMENT…FOR THINKING THEY WERE INNOCENT? FOR HOPING THAT MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, I COULD TRUST SOMEONE IN THIS PLACE?” Her shaking grew more visible through her tears that stained her cheeks. She couldn’t hold in her feelings anymore, despite her attempts. “I LOST ALL OF MY FRIENDS! AND YOU KEEP THROWING HISSY FITS AND ACCUSING PEOPLE! AND FOR THE RECORD, I VOTED FOR MYSELF TODAY BECAUSE I WANTED TO DIE. BECAUSE…."  She lost it at this point and punched a hole in her podium. The anger was just too much. But the re-injuring of her current injury would be even worse on her body. ”….Because I don’t know what I have left….“ She said meekly. But after, yet before the execution, Muwata Yukimura lost consciousness. She fainted from the pain. It was probably too much for her to deal with, especially given the energy she exerted bringing Vera’s body out of the pool in an effort to help the others investigate.  …Well, hopefully someone would take her out at least. Oops.

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This is gospel||Muwata|| RE: Body discovery one and two

Muwata honestly felt nothing for Meihua when she found her. If anything, she kind of let out a sigh of relief, seeing as it was none of her friends. So this would be fine, right? Her friends would be completely ok? They could solve the mystery and forgive each other?  …She didn’t anticipate the idea that more than one victim could occur. When Yuu went running for them (Them being Vera and Kazuki), she thought nothing of it at first. Even so, there was a small part of her that worried her. A small nagging sensation of guilt piling up in her thoughts, which just hit her harder and harder until…she ran, quickly, into the unknown. She found her with Yuu and Kazuki, tied down by something. After a moment to sort of compose herself from screaming at the top of her lungs (Could she EVEN BE COMPOSED RIGHT NOW?), Muwata dove in, clothes and all, in an attempt to resusitate her. It wouldn’t work, but goddamn it: she had to try… She tried CPR, multiple times. Each time she felt like she could see something rise? She tried even harder. This went on until she could barely breathe. Every inch of her body hurt. Plus, the swimming probably did not help her broken wrist/hand. So she resorted to screaming at Vera’s corpse and sort of crying.

“Y-you….idiot? You were supposed to live a-and….be friends with me again. We were supposed to protect each other.“  

This would go on for a bit. Give her a moment, kids. But she got the body out of the water at least: Investigators, you are WELCOME!

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Old School Blues || Chapter 4 || Iwao + Muwata

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“Modern gun combat expert. That’s me, fuck yeah.”

He nods with arms crossed to emphasize the ‘fuck yeah’ nature of his response.

“Uh, lady, how am I supposed to teach ya squat if your hands all fucked up?”

He’s not gonna let that fly. It takes lots of control to shoot, especially for beginners.. so a wobbly, broken grip could send a gun flying back on recoil alone. He’s somewhat responsible, at least when it comes to guns.

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Muwata simply shook her head in response. She wouldn’t let a little major injury get in the way of her time with her friend. She would not be forced into a weakened physical state by any means! 

“Only a fool would be brought down by an injury such as this! This is but a ‘guise so I may subdue the next killer. I am not so easily brought down in a world where justice will reign supreme with my ultimate plan for revenge.”  

She nodded firmly after saying this. Besides, shooting a gun one handed couldn’t be ‘that’ hard, could it? Muwata, please... She watched Iwao, hoping that he would buy this.

“Besides, if I am to blow a hole into this cave with my bazooka gun, I need to know how, right?”

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I was a fool||Muwata||Chapter 4||Open

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Muwatas words were not snarky or mean to Vera at all. She was prepared for this, what was she going to expect? A warm hug?? No. Not at all. She was going to talk to Muwata head on.

“What else expect me say? I was comment on song…but..”

She sniffled a little, she must have been recently crying what a whiny brat she was.

“What Kazuki and you did for me….I can never…thank enough…you save life…I alive but. I sure everyone else wish I dead”

Yeah that motive they had really meant nothing to her, she speaks her mind anyways. Rest in pepperonis.

But when Muwata thought Vera had been lying, Vera looked her dead in the eyes and was still frowning, looking like the garbage she felt.

“None of that was lie, I trust you….even if you no longer trust me….I understand. I’m idiot and give permission to hit me again. Do whatever make you feel better….just don’t…No harm Kazuki….or yourself….I know not hurt Yuu either….that all I ask…”

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The loud sound of Muwata punching her hand through the piano keys could be heard in response to Vera’s words. This was followed by the loud sound of a ‘crack’ or two from her bones. She managed to not only break a hole through the keys in the middle of the piano, but retain a fracture in so doing.  Thus, while trying to look cool while pissed off, Muwata ended up falling to her knees in response to the pain. Some tears streamed down her eyes, but Muwata tried, desperately to swat them off. Nice.  

“I-Idiot. You even hide away from me. But thats not what I want. I didn’t even want to punch y-you. I wanted to trust you. To believe we would be on the same side. I k-keep losing friends and if I lost you, I....”

The saxophonist kind of laid there on her knees, the very right hand she’d punched with throbbing with so much pain. Goddamn it, this was her good hand too, wasn’t it? She held it close to her chest then and didn’t move or say a word after.  ....Maybe if she just stood still, her hand could just heal fine on its own. No doctors: she didn’t need any of that mumbo jumbo.

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Old School Blues || Chapter 4 || Iwao + Muwata

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“Bah?”

Iwao can luckily hear her talking, popping out the magazine before turning to face her. He’d rather not point a loaded gun at a familiar and welcome voice.

“Oh, yo Devil Slayer-chan.”

He gives a lazy wave with his hand holding the magazine, dropping his gun wielding arm to his side.

“Most folks ain’t shot before, not really common ‘round here. Though uh…”

At the mention of missing with her hands, his gaze drifts down to her actual hands, squinting at the cast if he can see it. I doubt it’s that out of view just behind her, he’s got eagle eyes.. eagle, uh, eye.

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Well, he had a point. Shooting guns wasn’t exactly a common activity. She’d found interest in it before, certainly, but never had she found the time to attempt it. Any thoughts of the activity were often replaced with thoughts of music and sparring her grandfather.  She noticed as he looked at her hand though, to which she slightly grimaced. 

“I broke my hand punching a hole into the piano. Vera pissed me off. But this too will heal. It, like the failure at avenging my fallen comrades is the result of my pride getting in the way.” 

So yeah that happened. It would soon not be something she would forget, considering how broken it was. Shifting, the saxophonist awkwardly attempted to steer the conversation once more. She was horrid at this, but at least the girl attempted a smile of sorts.

“You’re an expert at modern gun combat, no? Perhaps you can show me how to get started. After all, I intend to blow a hole in this evil underground warehouse of doom to save us all when the exit is clear and the time is deemed appropriate~”

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I was a fool||Muwata||Chapter 4||Open

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Vera was still connected to Kazuki after that brush with…death? How many brushes with death is she going to have now. Well in the end she felt like she possibly would deserve it after the trial. She however will never confim or deny if she was truly involved with what happend to Rue, maybe in reality she didn’t do it. Who knows.

Walking into the new area, Vera had been chatting with Kazuki quietly…limping alongside him. They weren’t getting anywhere very fast…it had taken them multiple breaks just to get here.

Then she heard singing….it sounded just like Muwata and a wave of fear…but also…hapiness? Overcame her….Muwata had hit her but Vera did still care very much about Muwata…

Walking into the room…her gaze lowered as she spoke when the song ended…

“Nice….song…..Muwata-chan….”

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Muwata heard the footsteps, but barely paid mind to Vera’s entrance. Perhaps, she was ignoring her at first? Or, at the very least, she was trying to. She wanted so badly to smash this piano into completely oblivion, considering the deep anger she felt. But wasn’t this just mostly anger built from love? 

“Thats all you can say after all of that? Truly, after taking you on as my apprentice and everything? Do you even appreciate what Kazuki and I did for you? Does Yuu?”  

Shivers again coursed through her body as she spoke. It was painful, speaking like this, but Muwata was so hurt. She wasn’t even sure how else to express her feelings right now. So funny, considering how she would reserve her most ‘heated’ feelings for the battlefield.

“Or did you just never trust me? Was our conversation about trust and friendship before this..all a lie?”

Her grip on the piano seemed much tighter than it should be. Her right hand was practically molding in with the keys as she said this. 

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Old School Blues || Chapter 4 || Iwao + Muwata

Anyone in the gym area could probably hear a rapid fire of shots going off inside the shooting range. A curious eye would spy…

Well, that’s not unusual. The SHSL Marksman shooting? It makes more sense than anything else here. With a gun that doesn’t seem to match any of the guns on the shelves and racks in the room, Iwao is sniping furiously at one of the targets. His shots are accurate and systematically tearing apart the bullseye, as one should expect.

He doesn’t seem to hear when someone else walks into the room at all, hearing blocked by the ear guards and sight fixed on the target. Though, I wouldn’t advise sneaking up on him…

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Muwata found herself in this very vicinity. She was clutching her right hand close to her chest, a sigh escaping her lips. It still hurt from before and now, Iwao would see it too. Her wrist was bound by a cast, but she didn’t dare wince in pain. That would be even more cowardly, would it not? Muwata neared the blonde when he stopped shooting for a moment and said nothing at first. She wished to be firey, like how Iwao seemed with this gun, but look what it cost her? Now, even her enemies would dismiss her as a filthy coward. She would seem less than mighty, her regime fallen. ...Oh well. At least she had her friend Iwao? She ‘sort of’ mended things with Vera, but the trust was simply not there yet. She moved the injured hand back to her side before opting to speak to the boy finally.  

“You find inner strength even now, like this. How I envy you. But, I fear I have failed you, Nanashi and others yet again.”

She looked away, unsure of what else to say. Should she...try to lighten the mood a bit? 

“I’ve never shot a gun before. I only ever used my fists to hit my target. Heh...although this time, I seemed to have missed. How unsightly of me.” 

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I was a fool||Muwata||Chapter 4||Open

{x} Muwata wasn’t normally one for cheesy sad song tros or anything of the sort. Whenever she was sad, she would usually beat the hell out of something and be satisfied with that alone. But for now? That didn’t seem to be in the cards. Hell, she couldn’t even sleep, after all that transpired. Not to mention the fact that most of her friends were dead, elsewhere or would likely hate her for now. A sad chuckle escaped her lips as she boarded the tram and held her face in her hands, not allowing anyone to see her face. But soon, the moments she spent in trial, and the tram would pass at just the snap of the finger. She would wake up and feel conflicted and sad still. She had no words left. No words that were truly her own, anyway. She would lead herself, eventually, to the new music room. She went in the early morning (at least, she thought it was morning). When Muwata entered the room, she was greeted with silence: something that seemed perfect for the moment. The saxophonist found herself grasping for a seat at the piano, when she decided to play with the keys for a moment. Perhaps play a song from a band she once heard during a tour? It had such a sad, but beautiful melody, but Muwata’s english was god awful. 

“I stuck around, I did behave, I saved you every time. I was a fool for love, I was a fooool…“

Yes, the mun is definitely not a fan of Tegan and Sara, don’t judge me. Anyway, just imagine her singing this with horrid HORRID Engrish. And seeming super sad about it. Nice.

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Overused and underwhelmed||Muwata||Re: Motive ATTN: Vera

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Vera sat there, things had gotten rather intense rather fast hadn’t they? Vera was going to listen nonetheless though…softly tooting on the Kazoo to keep herself from literally blurting out stupid things while Muwata was trying to speak. 

“Double…date…yes…I think be fun! Never been on date…only date Kazuki for week…or so…but love lots… want make sure…he safe…just like…Yuu-kun and you…I…I care lots for all of….”

Vera normally never voices her true feelings but thanks to this motive shes showing herself to be….not the tiny meany she always seems to be…she’s actually….caring? Weird.

“Muwata-chaaan….I never hate…I…I could never hate you…you good friend! Even if kill someone that fine. Not mean you kill anyone here…right? Uuuguhh..”

Vera was close to spilling the beans on something before she tooted the Kazoo again until she had her thoughts put together again…

“Remember Labyrinth…I…[REDACTED]”

Veras voice went low, she was still speaking her thoughts…but at least they were only to Muwata….

“Kazuki…he treat me great…no worry…no hurt…”

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Muwata let out a deep breath. It had been a long time since she acted this emotional in front of someone other than her grandfather or father. She was taught, after all, that showing too much emotion could seem too much. She had her moments, of course, but for the most part, Muwata seemed to hold some amount of chill.  After another deep breath, Muwata wasn’t shaking anymore. There was even a moment where the saxophonist felt like she would cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. For this, she was eternally greatful, considering how she’d still been outside Vera’s room. She wouldn’t want someone to see her crying, now would she?  

“I’m relieved. Yes, that’s the word, I think.  I haven’t told anyone from my band, let alone the fact that I {REDACTED}! But you were brave by doing what you did, I think. I didn’t even stand up against that person... But no: I didn’t kill anyone here. I very much doubt you did either: You cared for Nanashi too, after all, right?” 

She offered her arms, which she outstretched. She seemed about to give a hug, but would ask for it first, of course. 

“I’m glad. That you and Kazuki are ok and that I have someone like you in my life. You’re a lot like the singer of Lucky ☆ Break, Yuki Yamino. You’re a lot cooler though. Anyway, can we hug? Because this feels like a super ‘huggy’ moment, you know?”

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Overused and underwhelmed||Muwata||Re: Motive ATTN: Vera

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Vera was going to continue playing her own kazoo every chance she got, after all there were some things she didn’t exactly want to be public….but some of them were things she might be alright with Muwata knowing…after all…Muwata was slowly growing to be more like a sister to the tiny terror…it was…nice….

“T-Thank…Muwata-chan…mean lots…from you…inspire be like…one day…play nice…like you…”

Wow, keep your dorky feels to yourself Vera…

Vera could tell something was embarrassing the great and wonderful Muwata…but what…? 

“Something…wrong Muwata-chan…err…I mean….-”

She then played the kazoo…in order to get herself to shut up before she asked stupid questions…god this was an annoying motive….sometimes she did want to filter her own thoughts and not speak all of them… 

“Never mind…ignore question…it fine…uh…yes..let talk about things… I listen….since must be honest…I guess now is best time…yes? 100% genuine no lie time….I be…truthful too…like…Kazuki is boyfriend..I love him…it nice”

Thanks Vera.

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Muwata leaned in close to Vera so that her mouth was close to the girl’s closest ear. She was shaking a bit, because this was a little hard for her to tell. She only told one other person. He accepted her for it, but that same boy wasn’t here right now. Just thinking of him was admittedly a little tough right now, as she moved a bit closer to Vera. 

“You’re...not the first person I ever told this, but you’re the first one here who will know. Besides the one I cherish the most. His name is Arashi Fukui. It would be nice to double date or something when we get out of here, I think, but ahhh, where was I going with this? Oh yes...”

She was sort of dawdling on the matter, seeming more ashamed of bringing it up. She’d rather have Vera bask in the moment, you know? She had a boy she loved and she was excitedly sharing the news with Muwata, her friend. Why did Muwata have to bring down the mood? She felt her chest tighten as so moved onto her point. Oh, this would be painful...

“I also killed someone once, before I came to this wretched place. It was an accident, but I wanted you to know the truth so you wouldn’t hate me, ok? I don’t have many friends, and I really want you to trust me, you know? To keep trusting me and regard me as someone who intends to save us all with the best of her ability! A-and then, I can show my cousin Ryo how much stronger I’ve become. And that silly nerd, Arashi too!”    

The girl seemed kind of shaky still, even for someone like her. So that was it? She didn’t want to lose anyone? She must have seemed so silly like this. 

“That said, Kazuki better treat you right! I’ll beat the guts RIGHT out of him if he hurts you, ok?” 

Wow, Muwata.

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Overused and underwhelmed||Muwata||Re: Motive ATTN: Vera

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Having a collar attached to her again was annoying. And the terms that came along with it? Even more of an inconvenience but honestly she spoke her mind anyways so what was the difference to this motive to every other day? Absolutely nothing!

Vera had her own Kazoo and had started to toot it every once in awhile just because literally she wanted to learn to play it properly…every once in awhile someone could hear her say something along the lines of ‘Im really fucking tired’ and ‘Wow do I really want chocolate milk’

Wandering around she started to play a song she made up made of random notes…thanks Vera…she then heard the knock at her door and made a loud toot…nice.

“Muwataaa-chan…It nice see lovely Muwata…best…I mean er….sorry..motive…make me say everything I think….Let us bond I most enjoy this…I also really love chocolate milk”

She covered her mouth and grumbled. Wow. Embarrassing.

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Muwata was so proud to hear the loud tooting. It was Vera the strong willed! She could never do any wrong! It was a surprise she hadn’t blurted these words out, but she seemed too eager and excited in the moment. Perhaps more so than usual? 

“The sound of the angels~ Yes, you play it well, my pure, beautiful Vera. Yes, I had no doubt in my mind.” 

Hopefully, the door would be open soon. Or something. Regardless, Muwata seemed eager to give her friend a big hug. Like you know: People who care so much and like wow? She was becoming hug-gy? Good thing Arashi Fukui wasn’t here... 

“Lets get some snacks from the storage room, ok? Maybe talk about...stuff? I honestly want to tell you some things. I mean, while we’re forced to be honest 100% of the time. Provided, you will listen.”

Oh gosh, did she suddenly seem embaressed? Oop.