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((In which I have an hour of free time, a computer, and intense boredom.

I can do better I promise))

A-Hunting We Will Go [OPEN... Unless you're Kuji]

But it’s only the start of October anyways… is he that excited for trick-or-treating?

Masaki still didn’t quite understand exactly what the strawberry orange guy was saying, but he did say ‘die’ and ‘no’ in the same sentence, so he thought he got the gist of it. So far, so good. He flashed the guy a smile. Yep, sure, buddy.

"Thank you?" That sounded about right.

Americano…?

"No, not American, p’tain!” Not even English! “Japanese!” Obtyen was totally a Japanese word. He said it all accented and everything, so it totally counted.

What’s the plan? Masaki grinned. They had a plan. The best plan. Alright, here’s the plan.

"We go to the room, I open the door, and you obtyen my hat. No one sees us." They were also going to have theme music and sneak against the walls like James Bond, but that was obvious, and did not need to be explained.

Criminal mastermind, right there.

Yes. Mizuchi was a child at heart and only lived for Halloween. That's it. That's his secret right there. Beware of more spoilers. Spooky.

"No problem?"

Yes, no problem. No problem again.Anything for you, Masaki "I don't know you but I'll join your hat hunt" Kurohiko. He's pretty sure that that was his middle name. Wait. He didn't even know his actual name. Shit. Uhh. He has to smooth this over...

Wait, what's a p'tain?

"Whoa there, I gotcha... cap'n."

Because p'tain is a shortened version of captain. That must be it.

"Well, shit, cap'n, sorry 'bout that misunderstandin' there. Just not in it t'day, y'know?"

The goddamn motive, Masaki. Remember that there's a bunch of money just lying around nearby which could possibly be yours for a human's life. Is he really this dense? Actually, it doesn't matter if he is or not, Mizuchi's most likely going to forget it once he gets too caught up in his little mission.

Alright, so this guy was serious. He had a plan... a well-structured one too... Whoa, he's so prepared. Mizuchi has to watch out for this one in the future, just in case if he gets... I dunno... stabbed to death and possibly drenched in his own tears. Not like that would happen. Ever. Hah. Wait, what the heck, you can't spoil who the mastermind is out in the open.

"Solid! So lead th' way, cap'n, I'll be there when y' need it, haha!"

A-Hunting We Will Go [OPEN... Unless you're Kuji]

Look at that, he’d really lucked out with this one. Not only were they not the slug roomie, but they were also already ready for the hunt! What else could explain all the orange? And maybe pink was some sort of Japanese hunting innovation, since everyone knew all the innovations came from Japan, because they spend all their time innovating and stuff—just look at what they come up with in movies! Yes, this was great!

But he was really hard to understand.

Alright that sounded like… some tin? What was tin? Masaki didn’t need any “tin”, whatever that was, he needed a hunter!

"No," he said, shaking his head. "I need help. My hat is in my room, buuuuut I can not get it because Christo—" Wait, that’s not actually his name. That was just an applied nickname, Christophe wasn’t actually his name. Or at least, Masaki didn’t think it was. Come to think of it, what was his name? “…Slug… Lord? Slug Lord is killing me.” He nodded. Yes, that’s right. “Aaaaand you can… obtyen it for me? You help me obteneer it!” He nodded enthusiastically.

Yes, this guy looked like he was a very helpful dude, Masaki was going to get his hat back in no time!

Orange meant he was ready to go trick-or-treating on the very special spooky holiday celebrated mainly in America, called Halloween, obviously. He was going to go as a tangerine but waking up in prison and being forced to kill one another sort of got in the way. Wait. Time in reality doesn't move the same way it does here, does it? Oops, breaking the fourth wall a bit there.

"No? Uhh, wha'...? But I just? Huh?"

It seemed like this guy had slight difficulties understanding him. That's going to effect Mizuchi as well, damnit. Well, sorry that he has a gosh darn accent! Hailing from the Okinawan region didn't help at all either. So... if Masaki didn't speak Japanese all that well... He must speak English, right? Wait, what do you mean that there's more than two languages--

"'Ey, man. Chill. Chrislug Lord won't getcha. Not while I'm around! Haha! No one's gonna die this time 'round, no sirree."

Haha. Right. Because he hasn't considered the motive at all. Not one bit.

"... Wait, whatcha say? Obtyen? Is that some Americano lingo I didn't get? I thought I was fluent in that shit, man! Fuck, gotta learn all that again, huh?"

Mizuchi is one helpful dude, alright. He straightened his back and shone a gleaming smile at the boy, even adding a thumbs up.

"Eheheh, anyway, yeah, sure, whatever, I'll 'elp ya out! So what's the plan, bro?"

A-Hunting We Will Go [OPEN... Unless you're Kuji]

Hat hunting, to be precise.

Due to the events from a few nights prior, Masaki’s prized casket cap was not actually with him. Most likely, it was somewhere in his (former) cell. Pretty simple to retrieve, then, right?

Wrong.

His crazy slug roomie was after him, that much was certain. And that had been bad enough before the motive— now, Masaki might as well have a five something-illion yen bounty on his head! He wasn’t sure how that translated to euros, but it must have still been a lot!

But he still needed that hat. He felt naked without it. Usually this was alleviated by the sound of coins clinking as the money piled up inside of it, but that wasn’t happening right now, either. He needed to get his hat back.

So he was going to assemble a team.

Hiding out in the doorway of the cafeteria, Masaki looked for people passing through the halls, ready to duck out of the way at the first sight of danger. Oh, wait, look at that, a person! And a non-slug roomie person, that’s good! That’s perfect!

"Psssst!" Masaki hissed, waving them over. "You come here!"

Possible hunting partner, identified!

#yes keikerzz its chapter 2. Chill.

It seems that this possible hunting partner is, in fact, not the Mollusk Lord. How convenient! Usually, Mizuchi would entertain the fact of a little adventure, it always brought a sense of thrill. However... The motive put him off. So much money... You could buy... like... three hats with that... three very expensive hats. Even under the influence of the motive, his thought process remained the same. Classic Mizuchi.

Speaking of him, the surfer had been on the way to the visitation room for... a little something but the voice of another person caught his attention. He looked behind him, then to his right and left. Was he... Was he talking to him? The French kid, right? Why not. Mizuchi strode on over and waved back with a nod.

"Yo. 'Sup, bro, needed somethin'? Or... Somethin' troublin' ya? I'd like t' 'elp!"

Yes... That sounded very... Mizuchi-like. Luckily, Masaki wasn't very familiar with him, otherwise he would have been able to tell something was off. Good job, Masaki. Good job on being yourself.

with that much money i could go to cowabunga corner AND bodacious boulevard - aka salad cant think of a title [REACTION]

Weird post title aside, this whole motive was weird too.

Was Monobear serious about this? The money? That... was a lot of money. Even a talented surfer like Mizuchi could never win that much money in competitions. Surfing just wasn't a super popular sport. With that much money, Mizuchi could actually stop all those part-time jobs, stop stressing over groceries, stop ushering his worked-to-the-bone mother to get to bed, stop worrying about his little sister's state and start paying back those goddamn debts. He wanted - No, he needed the money.

"................"

He stood as he usually did, walked in the easily recognizable rhythm, moved around as casually as ever, but he couldn't pry his eyes from all that money. "Hey Mono-chi! Lemme help you clean that up," Mizuchi would have said but, considering the circumstances, decided against it.

After what seemed like an hour, (which was really just five minutes. Hey, he isn't very good with time.) the surfer staggered backwards and marched off to take his mind off the motive. He knew somebody was going to die. He was certain. Even he couldn't ignore the temptations but... he just couldn't. For now, all the guy could do was be paranoid of everyone and everything.

#onshore #chapter 2

B-o-r-i-n-g

That hurts the Ray, salad. B’(

Cherry already spends half a day with knives she wouldn’t have time to sleep or eat that way….

After THIS much yelling, she sighs and puts her hands down. She’s still holding the knives, why not. She’s starting to get confused, but mostly— this much continued yelling’s gonna make her annoyed. No one wants an annoyed Cherry, though. Especially not her.

"SHHHHSHSHSHSHSHHHHH" She puts one finger on her mouth. This hand without the knives "Juggling, throwing, making butterfly knife tricks, balancing, doing fiver finger fillets… I’ve done all of those. Like, daily. I just got some scars" She shows the hand she was previously making the SHH motion "But I ain’t dead. Unless you believe in ghosts. Then maybe?? Ask the ghost girl."

"What the heck. Cutting tomatoes?! ANYONE can do that! I’m not a chef, anyway! I’m a knife especialist! Or the knife girls from circus. There’s nothing special about cutting tomatoes. No one’s gonna pay me for that crap. Do you know how ridiculous do you sound- and I ain’t even mentioning the high pitched girly screetches”

Where's all the action in this? There needs to be some Brutal Action here. Somewhere.

Mizuchi didn't expect such a non-violent response to his screaming. He thought that she'd do those things in the movies where you threw the knife ever-so-close to the victim's pretty little head and it ends up stuck in the wall! Wait. That was like the first murder case aaaand Cherry would end up in solitary. ... Did he just call himself a victim in his own thoughts. Anyway. All he could do after that was shriek a shrill 'eep!' and nod along to whatever she was saying, even if he didn't agree to how dangerous those all sounded.

"Haha, I don't believe in no gh-ghosts!

And that would be a completely valid reason as to why he stuttered. He's terrified of ghosts, do not tell ghost stories to him or he will freak out and maybe cry. Actually, please tell him ghost stories.

"Hey! I don't sound ridiculous!! 'scuse you, Ch... eh-ri! ...-chi! Forgot the honorific there... Uhh. I was not screechin', lemme tell ya! Those were... Battle cries."

Mizuchi Ryuujin for the worst liar in the universe.

"Hold up-- People pay you to watch you throw knives around and SURVIVE? What the fuck!! I know that I'm pretty dumb 'ere and ther' but this is... What the shit..."

Slowly, the surfer clambered up in an attempt to not look so weak. It's like he's thinking that Cherry might lunge and scratch him or something. But she won't do that... Right?

"'just don't like sharp things, 'kay? Yeesh!"

B-o-r-i-n-g

I love you and I love Ryuujin, Salad.

"Ehhh, you guys look alike and sound alike enough for me. But fine, whatever you say~"

She waves her hand like dismissing the subject. You won’t change her mind, but she might not bring it up again. It didn’t seem to bother him enough to be used as a form to pick on him, so that’s fine. Maybe something else…

It’s not Cherry’s fault she doesn’t recognize some surfer, she doesn’t even know how that shit goes. 1. Get a surf board 2. Stand on it on the sea 3. ??? 4. Profit. That was it, right? Ya gotta get some actual sport people, dude. And get the food, too. Don’t mind Cherry.

Even if she’s, well, juggling knives right now. It took her a few seconds of Ryuujin’s yelling for her to just pick ‘em up again and laugh really loudly. Holy shit. That was HILARIOUS. A++ reaction right there 100/10 would recommend.

"Didn’tcha hear me??? I do this for a living, calm the heck down! This shit isn’t sharp enough to really cut my skin anyways." She passes the blade of one of them on the palm of her hand "See? Real lame. But it should do for a substitute. Although, those are kinda short for proper juggling…"

Yeah, she’ll probably scare his soul out of his body. Murderer and victim confirmed.

I love you too, Cherry... Ray, what are you doing? I'm confessing my love to Cherry here. I love you too, Ray.

Actually, yes, that's how surfing works. Paddle into water. Get on board. Balance. Look really cool while doing so. Do super awesome tricks. Be ultra uber mega famous. Profit. It's not that hard. All you have to do is dedicate almost half of your day to training. Simple and easy.

"'f course I fuckin' 'eard ya, 's hard NOT to!! NOW PUT 'OSE DOWN. 'S FREAKIN' ME THE FUCK OUT!"

And when she does the knife-palm thing, Mizuchi lets out a shrill shriek, unfitting for someone of his stereotype.

"FOR A LIVIN'!? Y' 'IGHT AS WELL FUCKIN' DIE DOIN' THAT FREAKY STUFF-- FUCKIN' STOP! PEOPLE DON'T FUCKIN' JUGGLE KNIVES, WHAT THE HELL?"

The surfer continues screaming - quite an overreaction but, hey, he doesn't like sharp objects. He can't even stand scissors, come on. There's a reason why he doesn't cut all that hair.

"'s there anythin' normal y' do!? Like... Like...!! Like, I dunno, cuttin' tomatoes!? Whatever normal knife shit people do that's NOT JUGGLING."

He's not going to stop yelling until she puts them down. Away. From her belt. Or her body. And him. Far, far away. Goodbye, knives. Goodbye, Mizuchi. And goodbye, Cherry.

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#rad stuff

B-o-r-i-n-g

Maybe he’ll slip into the turtles from Finding Nemo with his accent, how epic would that be?

Why is he sitting on the floor for? She thinks of asking but, naw. As far as so many thing goes in here, that’s one of the less weird shit she has found so far. Like, herself.

Oh man he gave her a nickname back. She ends up smirking- she wasn’t found of getting nicknames on account of her red hair because it annoyed after a while, but whatever. As far as people reacting to a girl with knives goes, that’s one of the most interesting so far. Call the armed gal a nickname why wontcha. Cherry’s 100% cool with this.

"Ehhh, I didn’t pay attention to those much." She waves her hand as if it wasn’t that important "Surf, huh? Yeah, ya got that weird look of a surfer. It’s like the beach version of hippies or something"

Cherry fucking. Stop. Please.

"Superhero name? Really? I think that’s the first time anyone even confused me with one- I think super villain might have been tried before, though" Most definitely "I’m a knife specialist! Fancy name for doing knife tricks for a living. Wanna see?"

She didn’t wait for a response- most of them refused anyways, and she was a huge show off. She grabbed her knives and just. Juggled. Yes why not.

Oh, fine, poke fun at his accent. It's not his fault for being brought up in a village where everyone spoke the same. Imagine that. Your neighbour, a nice elderly man, walking up to you for a greeting. "Duuuude" isn't what he would say but something very similar. It's not his fault. At all.

He didn't intend to give her a nickname... It was meant to be an insult but it... didn't really work out.

"O... Of course y' don't. Nobody else does and I didn't really expect y' to. And I'm no beach hippie! Those guys are different from us surfers, y'know! But no worries 'ere, man. ... None at all."

He is very worried. Very much worry. Worries? Much worries. Really many. Heck grammar. Almost nobody knew him here. That's quite... upsetting. Maybe this is finally the time he realizes how harsh the world is...! Nah. He's going to be forever naive. Wait... No... Wrong character... Well, he's naive nonetheless.

Even though she wasn't moving any closer, Mizuchi still felt the need to stay in the corner. Away from Cherry. But... also away from the fridge... All the food... The uneaten food... Oh no... Oh, she was talking to him.

"Knife specialist? So y'mean someone who can tell the difference between a knife and a fork--"

Wait, what is she doing--

"WHAT TH' FUCKIN' FUCK, STOP THAT 'IGHT NOW O' SOMEONE'S GONNA GET FUCKIN' 'URT, Y' CRAZY WITCH! WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Cherry's going to scare his soul out of him if she keeps on doing tricks so suddenly.

B-o-r-i-n-g

Cherry was not expecting someone to just flip their shit and yell upon seeing her so she got startled and ended up messing up. She caught the knife on the air before it ended up making any real damage. Shit man that was close, what the heck— she looks really confused at the person who entered and just. Oh, it’s that dude.

"Whoa dude, what the hell are you yelling at for?! Ya made me drop the fucking knife! So much for real knives to work with…."

Cherry, that’s not. The point. Yes, the pointy knife point.

She grumbles and straps the knife back to her belt, then crossing her arms at him while sitting on a counter, unphased by his threatening chopsticks. What a noisy dude. But she was bored, so talking - or messing with - him could kill some of that boredom.

"Oh, wait, I remember you! The pink-chan guy who had something to say at the trial but forgot. Are ya even for real? So, what’s your name anyways, Pinkie? Or watcha do for that matter?”

You’re not gonna call him by his name, so why even bother asking?

"Real... knife... Right, 'ight! And I'm jus' fuckin' imaginin' all 'is, yeah? Yeah!"

The more he freaks out, the more obvious his accent becomes. Shut up, Mizuchi, you're going to turn into a certain murderer-- Oh wait, we passed chapter one so we're all good. He's very suspicious of the number of knives the girl is carrying around on her belt. Why would you even... do that... Ever so slowly, he sets the chopsticks down, gets on his knees and... sits there. On the floor. Backed into the corner. That's not a very normal response to seeing a girl balancing a knife on her nose but, then again, girls balancing knives on their noses isn't something you see everyday either.

Kill some boredom? Why not kill him instead.

"'m not Pinkie, lil' miss Red Ridin'... No-Hood. The name's Ryuujin Mizuchi, doncha remember? Our trial stand thingumajigs 'ave our names in 'em! You're... Che-eh-ri, even I know that."

He might not be 100% calm but he's getting there. Progress! Wait. Is he ever calm?

"I surf! Man, nobody knows shit 'bout sports 'ere. Fuckin' sucks. 've never introduced m'self so many times b'fore. Aaaand I can already tell that you're knife girl. Knife gal. Pretty shitty superhero name."

It's funny how he automatically assumed she's a superhero. Red Riding No-Hood to the rescue! Only to take your money, of course.

B-o-r-i-n-g

Well, nothing like giving slug nerd a break and not finding the gangstah wannabe tattoo guy for maybe… half a day? And then she was bored. It’s not like there were many options to what to do alone, even if she had now actual cutting knives. And the option to steal food from the kitchen now. Still…. No razor sharp knives to practice stunts, none of the people she’d usually hang out around, just… prison. At its most literal sense.

She had enough of sitting around in her cell, though- she thought maybe her roomate would come around and she could try to get to know her better for once, but she didn’t come around and she was bored of waiting. So Cherry got up, strapped her knives to her belt as usual and walked to the canteen. She probably would find /someone/ in there, right? It’s the most likely place people would appear to either steal food, hang around, or maybe to look for people to talk to. Like she was doing.

Except it was empty at first. God, waiting was boring to do that in her own room too so she tried to think of something to do in the meantime it took for more people to appear. She settled to balance a knife in her nose. God damn it.

#i'm l aughing what th e hell cherry)).#onshore #chapter 2 #fingersfillet

On the other hand, Mizuchi had been... occupied. With the baths. He's been going to them back and forth, almost non-stop. It's becoming a problem. The only time he's not there is when he's taking a nap or hungry and, right now, he was indeed hungry. Very. So... to the kitchen?

Jogging lightly on his way there, the boy scooped up some utensils in the cafeteria on the way. He still wasn't familiar with the kitchen so he was unsure if they had clean chopsticks in there so it was just in case! As he slowed to his laid-back strides, Mizuchi threw the door wide open and chuffed to himself,

"Aw, man, I sure am hungr--"

Then he saw her.

"FUCK--!! WHOA! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!? THAT'S DANGEROUS!! FUCKIN' HELL, YOU SCARED ME, PIECE A' SHIT."

He threw himself against the shut door, chopsticks in hand pointing at the girl. He didn't literally throw himself but he's scared witless, you get the point. Get it? Because. He's pointing. At Cherry. Who's balancing a knife. Knives are pointy. That was terrible. But seriously. Watch the language, Mizuchi.

Rin-chan, Now! [CLOSED]

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Something other than markers smell gross. Chlorine smells gross. Y’know what contains chlorine? Pool water. Too bad they don’t have a pool! Wait…That’s a good thing.

"…Eh? Ah, nii-san, I was just kidding, ehehe! Of course you can’t surf in pools…"

I mean, you can surf in pools. Aren’t there pools made for surfing or whatever? Mizuchi would probably know.

The tiny chef stepped over to the bin to dispose of her ramune bottle. On the way over, she checked on the cake, as one usually does. Look at it rise!

"Hmm. The timer says it’s got about fifteen minutes left! Time sure goes by pretty fast, huh?"

Cakes. Cakes are sweet (sometimes). You can make cakes. Sometimes you can make cakes in cooking school. Since Rin has many cooking schools, I guess she kinda didn’t realise that not everyone wants to open up a school relating to their profession. Oh, well.

"No surfing school? Aw, that’s a shame! I would totally go to your surfing school if you opened one!"

She would go to Mizuchi’s surfing school if he opened one. Though he won’t. Rin probably wouldn’t have even had the time to go. But, since they’re stuck in this prison, they have all the time in the world…Wait, there isn’t anywhere to surf.

"Sorry about making you wait for this cake, Mizuchi-niisan! I’m hungry…I’m sorry if you don’t like the cake either! I can make another one, if you’d like, ehe."

#onshore #chapter 2 #shsl-pastries

Chlorine smells nice, excuse you. Mizuchi has even considered using it as cologne once. Or twice. Or... Yeah, numerous times. This guy is weird. Stay away from him.

"Yeeeeaaaah, right. Sure y' were."

He said in a totally not sarcastic way... duuuude. No, this is why he doesn't speak in weird surf lingo. It sounds way too off-putting, even for him. The surfer hopped up onto the counter, knocking over a salt shaker or something. Nobody even uses excessive salt in their food, right? He should probably keep it away from Kuji. Slug Lord. Whatever. Even if he wasn't allowed to know the names of his slugs and snails, he'll try to make it a safe environment for them! The salt might fly into their little home, who knows what'll happen.

"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah, 'kay, whatever, 's cool! But school ain't cool. Hate it. I was sorta forced t' accept the letter t' Hope's Peak. Held against m' will... Knife at my throat... Haha! Just messin' with ya. Success is granted when y' graduate from ther', right? So I thought why not! Then I wake up 'ere. Pssh, pretty stupid. If I don't like school all that much, what'd make me wanna set up my own school? Nothin'."

Whoa... He spaced out for quite a bit there.

"Ah! Sorry for ramblin' there. I tend t' do that."

What if, in the future, an older version of surfer Ryuujin did set up a school for surfing? What if EVERYONE did? Oh, hey there, Rin, you and your cool baking school. Masaki talking to his students in French, maybe. Mitsuo with all his musical stunts, accompanied by classes by Kohaku and Sylvain. Ryuu and... rhythm gaming? How would one even teach children to do that? Kuji... being Kuji. Actually, let's not think about that. Cherry is still around, you know.

Shit, he drifted off into his own little world again. Mizuchi quickly snapped out of it and turned to face Rin. He could only make out the last few words.

"'nother cake? Why'd you wanna... Are you assumin' I like t' eat a lot?"

He does.

"What's that s'pposed t' mean, huh!?"

Rin-chan, Now! [CLOSED]

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They have a pool here? Rin discovered most places in this prison (courtesy of that trusty map) and she knew they had baths, but a pool? Luxurious.

"You want to find a pool? If you want, we could go exploring together later! Although, I didn’t see a pool on our maps, ehh. C-Can you surf in a… pool?"

Of course you can surf in a pool, right? Poor surfer! Can’t even surf! Would he even be allowed to use his surfboard - That could be considered a weapon, y’know.

"…Ah! Hey, nii-san, have you ever taught about teaching people how to surf? Ehehe! "

She thinks she’s gonna get a free lesson now. Only joking. Rin never even thought about surfboards. Are there any at this place? Maybe she’ll just borrow Mizuchi’s surfboard. Yeah.

Tiny chef hasn’t even been surfing before. She’s a real good swimmer, yeah, but surfing…I’m not too sure about that. This ‘free lesson’ thing isn’t even guaranteed. Mizuchi would be the perfect teacher, right?

"Maybe when we get out of here, you can open a surfing school and sign things! You’d earn lots of money and make so many people happy, ehehe!"

Dammit Rin, why’d you mention signing things! With permanent markers and such! Hey, she wouldn’t know about how he hates them. But still! Ooh, she’s gonna make him mad and then he’s gonna murder her. Yep, it’s confirmed that’s how she’s gonna die, it’ll be a mention of permanent markers and then - BAM! - Oh, she’s dead.

When’s that cake gonna be ready?

#onshore #chapter 2 #shsl-pastries

Hell yeah there's a pool here. Pool senses are a-tingling. But not really. This guy isn't Haru from that one swimming anime or anything. No way... Why isn't there a surfing anime yet?

"There... ain't a pool. Tch, terrible, I tell ya, man! Y' can't surf in a pool 'cause there ain't no waves, even I know that! Yeesh, and people call me dumb."

Now, now, Mizuchi, don't be rude. Or, well, he didn't mean it like that but he should at least keep his thoughts to himself. The surfer wandered around for a while longer before making a beeline towards the fridge.

"Nah, teachin' just ain't my thing! Y' gotta 'ave a gift for somethin' then train hard t' sharpen that skill, yeah? That's what I did! I mean, I'm not the worst teacher but I'm not exactly a Super High-School Level Teacher or whatever th' shit. Y' get my drift?"

If only Rin could borrow slash steal the surfboard, it's missing! The goddamn bear probably got uber jealous of his relationship with Umeboshi-chan so it whisked it away. Stupid bear.

"Uhh... 'bout that... I'm 'appy 'nuff with the money I already have! I guess I need a bit more t' support m' family but I don't think I'll go as far as t' set up a school. Not everyone wants t' go surfin' either... I'm all up for teachin' friends though!"

I'm sorry to burst your bubble but pens and pencils exist. Mizuchi's perfectly fine with using those. They don't smell terrible at all. The boy messed up the tidiness of the fridge once more before slamming it shut. Don't be surprised if he opens it again five minutes later.

Rin-chan, Now! [CLOSED]

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Rin is such a know-it-all like damn. Or maybe just Captain Obvious. She never knew you had to do a dance or whatever. Groovy in the kitchen. Not too groovy, though. Rin’s always just excited about baking, rather than fussed. It’s been a while, y’know. She was never informed on the kitchen being opened - It was only until … Yeah. Baking is a daily routine for her. Tiny chef is really excited.

"…Heh, ahh, sorry! I-I’m just … I’ve missed baking, that’s all…"

Hey Mizuchi! Don’t be mean to the tiny girl, geez! She just wants to bake. Actually, nah, be as mean as you want, she’s used to it.

"…Oh? Ryuujin-san? M-Mizuchi? … Mizuchi-niisan it is!"

She could’ve sworn she heard someone call him lesser Ryuu, but she chooses not to bring it up. Perhaps it’s an inside joke or something. Mizuchi-niisan is perfect. She’s going to call him that forever now. Rin loves nicknames.

"…Mizuchi-niisan is a surfer? Hmm…"

C’mon Rin, you know this guy! I mean, you’ve heard of him. Think about it, yo! Thinking, thinking…

"…Ah! Yes, I knew I recognised your name, I know you! One of my friends wants to be a sports person…An athlete. Well, you’re a role model to my friend, niisan. She would be so jealous of me right now, ehe!"

She takes a sip of her ramune before realising she just finished the whole thing. Oh well! The tiny girl wanders over to the oven to check on the cake (which has barely been in the oven for more than five minutes). Time to wait for that cake to finish. Patience is a virtue, or something.

Then she can poison the surfer.