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“What I don’t get about Ailani or whatever her name actually was, why did she lie about being a robot? Like, why even bother with that?? Also apparently she got into HPA despite not having a talent, what the hell. She’s like, insanely mysterious. And it will be a mystery left unsolved, because I will never talk to her again. Ever.”
☆ now you can air out ai's dirty laundry
“It sucks to see someone you idolized at one point for their art, turn out to be the biggest pile of garbage masquerading as a human being you’ve ever seen. Why am I even wasting time talking about her?! She’d be lucky to never meet me again.”
Here is Andrew’s App?? If you wanna read this mess??
Fair warning though, there is a lot of no good very bad stuff in here. Read at your own risk and be safe!!!
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“Hm... Kanon-san. Or Kazuko-san? Either way. She was good. Probably one of the few tolerable people there. She kept poor company, but eh, I can’t blame her for that. I... I wish I talked to her more. Maybe we could have been closer friends. Maybe she would have been a reason for me to stay in the simulation. I’d like to see her again some day.”
Send me a ☆ for my muse’s opinion of yours.
fw the wrong type of vines got revived ❣ andrew ❣ ch. 6 [motive reaction]
(cw: lots of swearing)
Andrew sighed as he arrived at the gazebo, per the bears instructions. Here they were Mono-kun, at the motive reveal. He fiddled with the flower crown on his head. He never could get it to fit super comfortably. Granted it had been made for a completely different person. Who was still dead, with no way for him to be brought back. The hell, what was Monobear going to do? There was no way Monobear was about to revive the dead. Andrew focused back on the topic at hand, once Monobear and stopped throwing a tantrum.
“Wouldn’t it be nice if you could have one of your little friends back? One of the bug ladies? That gardener, maybe?”
The artist met Monobear’s stare back with a glare of his own. Screw you too, you checkerboard piece of– No wait, better to say it outloud than just angrily think it.
“Don’t give me that look. Simulation, reality, whatever the hel–heck this all is. You can’t just bring someone back. That’s–”
And as if in an act of defiance, after a chant of some truly choice words, there was the dude bro himself. Ryouji. The guys whose blood Andrew had been basically drenched in after Monobear’s introduction.
“…Fuck.”
Andrew went through a few different emotions in a short span of time. Firstly was shock, then anger, then angry shock, shocked anger, etc. Eventually all that was left was anger. Lots of pissed off, angry feelings, some related to the current situation, some bottled from many situations of the past, all of it threatened to explode in the moment. And explode it did.
“<<Oh FUCK THIS!!>>”
Andrew turned back to where Monobear was before, about to go off on the little demon, only to find the bear no longer there. He turned around frantically, searching the gazebo for any sign of Monobear. The look in his eyes were… crazed frankly. If one were good at observing another person’s expressions, they’d find that this was a very new expression on the boy’s face. There had been happy, sad, scared, confused, apathetic, and neutral types of looks. But this was new. Andrew looked like a little goblin that had gone feral and wanted to pounce on something, not to mention suddenly speaking English instead of Japanese.
“<<Where the fuck is that monochrome piece of shit?! I’ll nail him into the gravel and curbstomp that assholes face into the fucking pavement. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU FUCKING BEAR MOTHERFUCKER?!?! Fight me you coward!!!>>”
Andrew, who had now confirmed that Monobear was gone, let what sounded like a guttural screech that one might hear in the depths of tartarus itself. He shoved both his hands into the air, brandishing a one fingered salute on both hands.
“<<Fuck! You! MONOBEAR! You… You!! Aaaaaggghhh!! Just– AGH!>>”
With that, the small teen stormed out of the Gazebo, pushing past anyone in his way to the exit aggresively, fuming the whole way. You could hear his angered mumbling and occasionally holler of anger as he went, all the way up and out of the crater. Huh. That was… different?
new sights & city lights ❣ andrew ❣ ch. 5 ❣ [reaction, attn: Ai]
shsl-seinen:
Honestly, awaking in a totally new plant-ridden place wasn’t how she wanted to wake up to after seeing the sky fall.
And being suddenly met with a scarily familiar scene certainly didn’t help with that.
She was still barely getting her bearings and standing up before the excited artist made his way to her. The mangaka was surprised by this soft-looking boy coming up to her before she froze as he uttered her alias.
“Oh no.”
Ai was lucky enough to have her aloud grievance be drowned out by his excited jabber, but no matter how much she tried to shield her wariness with a smirk, she ended up taking a step back. Her teeth clenched as he prattled about his devotion. The look in his eyes and his fanatical tone proved all too familiar to a certain censored…‘pal’ of hers. Another one. There was another one. No, wait, he seems even MORE of a fan than he was! God, she thought she’d be done with these encounters, but it seemed this plant hell had another thing coming for her. (oh god no it can’t happen again, HELL no)
(Well…can it even? I mean, the one guy who bought the whole thing before is…well, he’s probably having a fun time in hell with censor boy or something.)
It took Andrew’s less-than-proper introduction to snap her out of her train of thought and realize she backed quite a length away from him. Shaking her head, she snapped back to attention and took a moment to think. Kokamone? Hm…Ko-ka-mo-ne…
“Ohhhhh, Kokamone? You’re Kokamone? Well, seems yer fashion sense matches yer genre, k-kehe.”
Ai scratched her chin as she attempted a more genuine smile, exhaling. He really did seem to fit his occupation. Though VN’s weren’t her thing, she’s definitely seen a thing of his or two around the internet. Quite cute, honestly. (Thus, would be a bit more surprised to learn a soft boy like stuff like DE-B if only her fan history was cleaner than it was)
…No. N-no, it–it can’t happen again. It won’t happen again. What the fuck was she suddenly thinking? No one here seems akin to Kaito, and this guy doesn’t seem as weird and niche as Senji. (I mean, he faked his title AND name, apparently. Andrew doesn’t seem to be the case, especially since she’s seen his works.) Plus, he’s seemed to have made it this far, right? So, he should be good and not ready to frame at a motive’s notice. Right? Right.
“Can I get your autograph?”
(ABORT, ABORT, ABORT!!!)
“NO.”
Her sudden response was…louder than she’d liked it to be. The mangaka balled her fists…a pause. Her eyes kept staring down at Andrew’s, looking a little conflicted. (it’s bad enough he has copies of DE-B…if he could do that with her books, an autograph was–)
She cleared her throat before she began.
“Fuck. Kid, listen. You’re…givin’ me serious déjà vu , in a really fucking bad way. Like, this is seriously uncanny, ohh my god not again, not again…”
‘Kid’? He’s sixteen, not six, Ai. That aside, she seemed to trail off and look to the side, fiddling with her braid with a free hand. Don’t worry Andrew, it’s not your fault she has a bad fan history in this hellhole.
‘Holy cow.’ Andrew thought once Ai had mentioned his own online alias. She knew about him?! This was all too good to be true. Meeting another artist in his field wasn’t exactly new for Andrew, but it wasn’t exactly common either. Whenever he was recruited by a specific larger company to help on a VN, he got to meet and exchange hellos with some big players in the industry. Only problem for the artist as far as he could see though, was the simple fact he was often quite younger than anyone he ever got to meet. Sure some came close in age to him, but being 15-16 and so engrossed in this industry? It was rare, and that showed. Hence, why he looked up so much to Ai, even more so than originally once her identity had been publicly revealed.
Was he even a fan of seinen types? Not necessarily, that was to be sure. But overall, he was a fan of anime and manga. Heck, even when he was working on his art at home, his second screen was entirely devoted to watching anime, his attention passing back and forth between his work and watching as much anime has he could partake. When the boy was done working for the day he did one of two things. He either poured over the countless manga or graphic novels out there, reading as much as he could. Or he spent time online, checking out other artists or updating his own sites with personal projects/pieces he spent his free-time working on. Andrew was utterly devoted to his craft and spent his time solely dedicated to it while he was at home (besides homework and chores for his aunt of course).
He simply found LACE by accident, coming across her pixiv and being enamoured by her style and art. That air of maturity wasn’t something Andrew could easily capture in his own style very well, he erred towards to side of cute or beautiful. He became an immediate fan and even supported her when he could, as his one philosophy was always to support fellow artists (and it wasn’t as if the guy didn’t have money to spare). When it was announced LACE was actually Ai Kimoto, someone only one year older than him, he became ecstatic. Someone who he could share his passion with that was his own age!! All it lead to him now though, was going overboard, talking without end and not even noticing Ai’s disposition towards his own antics, culminating in him asking for her autograph.
“NO.”
‘... Huh?’
“Fuck. Kid, listen. You’re…givin’ me serious déjà vu , in a really fucking bad way. Like, this is seriously uncanny, ohh my god not again, not again…”
Andrew blinked. What was that reaction? Certainly not the one he expected. He blinked again. He watched as Ai looked away from him and began to mess with her braid. This was not good. Not good at all. She clearly had some sort of bad experience with a fan before. ‘Maybe she was harassed by a fan before coming into Hopes Peak?’ He wondered this as he thought of what to do. How should he even act right now? Cry? No, Hanako wouldn’t want him to cry. Laugh it off? No, that would be treating this whole thing like a joke. It was probably best at this new turn of a leaf, to try and act like an adult.
“Oh… oh jeeze, ehehehe… I'm so sorry LAC-er, Ai-san. I to-totally didn't read the situation correctly…”
He looked up and all around him, gesturing to the surrounding crater as he went.
“Who asks for an autograph after all that uhm bull crap, we just went through?? Man, what was I thinking?!?! Eehehehehh… Sorry, I should really apologize.”
With that he took a few steps back and bowed at the waist. A bit overdramatic given the circumstances, but nothing about Andrew was ever not dramatic. He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, watching as both new and old faces alike shuffled out of the gazebo. In truth, he hadn’t given much thought to the current situation he was in. For him it was almost as if he had blinked. One second he was staring down at Monokuma attempting to give out a motive, the next he was in a crater in the gazebo. That city he had seen as the floor had given out underneath his class … were they in it now? Many questions remained unanswered. It was probably best to go answer those.
“About the whole autograph thing … please forget about it. You probably had a really bad interaction with a fan before, right?? Yeah, probably before we all got swept up into this whole thing, huh? Trust me, I’ve been there eheheheeh. Some people can be super weird, y’know? B-but I’m not like those guys, honest!! It’s just y’know, back up on Praetis, there was no one whose talent had to do with anime or manga. There was another artist, but we never spoke. A-actually, I’m not even sure. They’re still, eheheheah, here…”
He paused and chewed slightly at his lower lip before speaking again, picking and choosing his words carefully.
“So uh, anyway!! Eheheheh… We should probably get out of here, right? Th-the crater, I mean. If you’d like, o-or if it’s alright with you … we could iiiiiinvestigate .... … tog-together?”
He looked up at Ai meekly, bracing himself for rejection. Bracing himself for when that rejection hit, he’d take it like Hanako would. By not crying. That would turn a first impression for terrible to downright disastrous.
new sights & city lights ❣ andrew ❣ ch. 5 ❣ [reaction, attn: Ai]
Well this was new. Andrew blinked as he stared up above him. He was staring at the bottom of a bench? He heard muttering and noises besides him and turning he say both familiar and new faces. Blinking in muggy confusion, he moved to sit up. And immediately hit his head on the bench.
Great first impression.
He soon after crawled out from the gazebo, rubbing his now throbbing head in a futile attempt to quell the dull pain. Looking up, he watched as that damned bear addressed them, followed by the girl who had thus far proved useless. He couldn’t help but squint at the mention of a ‘cave-in’ How in the world could this have been considered a cave-in?? One minute everything was fine, the next they were falling in a gazebo over a massive city. Andrew shook his head and looked around at the people he was with. For the most part he quickly picked out the people from Praetis, at least those who had made it here alive. There was also plenty of new people.
Then the artist spotted her. An inspiration. An enigma. A kinship.
“Holy cow.”
He quickly moved through the group of 24 towards her, a smile wide on his face. Everything was gone for a second as he walked straight up towards one of his biggest idols ever. He stopped planted right in front of Ai, looking up slightly straight into her eyes, stars in his own.
“You’re Ai Kimoto!!! LACE-san!!!!”
He somehow smiled even wider after saying that, as if it had only really begun to sink in that Ai freaking Kimoto was here.
“I … I’m such a huge fan LACE-san! I-oh gosh you’re really here- I’ve been following you on pixiv since I ever read your work!! You’re just so … aggh!! So amazing at what you do!!! Oh! I’m even subscribed to your pateron, I’ve got a lot of the physical copies of your work back up in my dorm room even!!! Wait is the castle even still around? Oh geeze, I hope the plants are okay… Oh, right sorry!!”
He reached up and adjusted the flower crown on his head as he spoke hurriedly, as is if he didn’t speak fast enough, Ai would just vanish on him.
“I’m Andrew Nyotei, but uhm, if you’re a fan of visual novel stuff, I’m Kokamome!! I have a pixiv too actually, though not as amazing as yours!! But gosh, you’re art is just … gaaah it’s so inspirational to me!!! C-can I…”
Oh god, please no.
“Can I get your autograph??”
Oh hell.
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flowers & flashbacks ❣ andrew ❣ ch. 4 monotheatre/ch. 5 start ❣ [re: a lot]
Andrew didn’t watch the execution. He simply stared down at his fidgeted fingers as they worked away on a project of nothingness. This was the third execution he had refused to watch. In fact the only one he did watch was probably the one he should have best ignored, and yet … Andrew just shook his head at the thought, he couldn’t go back into that mindset. He simply waited until everything was over and as quietly as he had been the entire week, he quietly left the trial room.
As he stepped into the castle, he made a beeline to his room. Well, not technically his room. Since … that execution, he had moved house stealthily. As stealthily as one could move carrying a bunch of anime junk into a total separate room. Taking out Hanako’s ID card, Andrew unlocked Hanako’s previous dorm room and stepped in. He took a deep breath and looked around at all the plants.
“Good evening everyone! How are we doing tonight, eh? Anyone thirsty? Saber-chan! You look like you might need some water!”
Andrew shed off his jacket (or rather, one of Hanako’s jackets he had become accustomed to wearing) and placed the flower crown Hanako had given him on top of the carefully folded jacket. He padded carefully to the cabinets, searching them for an errant water bottle to best water one of the plants. As he searched something fell from the cabinet with a quiet thunk. Turning in surprise he saw it was a book Hanako had. The book on the meaning of flowers. Andrew swallowed hard. He hadn’t read that book since he first stayed in Hanako’s room. It was the first one he picked out once he had stopped his massive crying fit on the floor of the dorm.
He could remember it all clearly.
The book was turned open, and the pages flipped through until the first of the five most important flowers in his life. Lilacs. Their meaning was usually attributed to someone’s first love. His finger traced the shape of the flower. Then the same fingers moved to the edge of the page, flipping those pages until the next stop. Tulips. This time he spoke aloud in a voice that was soft, yet quivered.
“Red Tulips … Declaration of love. Yellow Tulips … H- … Hopelessly in love.”
Andrew’s eyes began to burn in their corners. Absentmindedly he reached up and wiped his eyes, even before the tears began to fall. He turned to the next page, the third of the four. Chrysanthemum. Yellow. The meaning was mostly … secret admirer. Tears began to hit the page, joining the small dark spots from where his last tears had been. The final page. Andrew turned and he didn’t even have to read. He knew where the page was, as the book had been opened to that page so long the first time Andrew read the book, it naturally opened there.
Forget-Me-Nots. Meaning: Remember me forever.
At this point, Andrew was sobbing, hunched forward over the book. Those 5 plants repeated in his head over and over again. They tortured him with their meanings, colors, shapes. They permanently had implanted themselves in Andrew’s head, in a sense. Hanako had left him with just those plants, his flower crown, his id, and a kiss on the forehead. Then he just went and … Andrew shot up from his position and slammed the book shut. The noise of the same book startled him, prompting an ‘oh jeeze’ from him and very carefully setting the book to his right.
“Enough, Andrew!! Just … enough. Gosh, I’m such a baby.”
He was talking to himself now. But he then turned to the plant closest to the cabinet and began to address it, speaking to it as a way to speak to himself.
“Okabe-san, I really wish I understood Hanako. I’ll never understand him. He should have told me. He should have said something. Anything! I … this love he had for me doesn’t feel like the love I’ve known for all my life. It’s different, it’s weird, and I … I hate that Okabe-san. I hate feeling we-weird about love.”
He sighed and reached up to his face again, wiping away errant tears.
“Yamada-san taught me a lot about what love was. He couldn’t be wrong … at least I don’t think so? But Hanako’s love is way, way different. Nice! But, different? Eheheh. Do I …. “
Andrew looked up at the flower crown and jacket. The jacket that he held close to him every night. Breathing in the smell of the plants. Working his best to bring about an image of Hanako and filling in the gaps of this knowledge he lacked.
“Can I even love Hanako like he loved me?”
Silence.
A sigh.
Andrew turned back to the cabinet and began searching for a water bottle until he found one. Grabbing it it walked across the room to the plant he nicknamed Saber, muttering a soft apology to it as he watered it. He was finally coming to terms with what Hanako had said, but it was still difficult. It didn’t make complete sense. As if this was a puzzle and he didn’t have all the pieces yet, making it impossible to complete. He crossed again to the light switch, flicking it off. Shedding off some of his clothing he slid into the futon and reached to the jacket, pulling it close to him.
“Goodnight. Hanako-chan.”
These nasty children (Lion King AU from the ooc chat)
snow bunnies & sunny dispositions ❣ andrew ❣ ch. 2 - normal days ❣ [motive reaction]
shsl-doubtparelthon:
Oh heck no.
Of all the worst possible motives there could be, this was hands down the worst. Andrew had recognized the signs of the castle being much, much colder than when he went to sleep as he awoke from his rest. He had joined the others in rushing to the doors of the castle to check for certain what was happening was happening. His expression had darkened as he looked past the others standing in front of the door to see … snow. Wind and snow. Both bitingly cold as it rushed from the outside onto his body. Then the bear showed up.
Somehow, someway, Monobear had managed to change the weather and was using it as a motive for everyone to kill. There wasn’t any fire either, so they were stuck like this. Dark, cold, and depressing seemed to be the current atmosphere goal of the bear. With the motive set and the bear now waddling off, Andrew rubbed both of his arms to generate some kind of heat. This was going to be difficult … surviving like this for very long? It sounded impossible. The best place to stay was probably the castle, but staying in the castle for a long time would just promote cabin fever right? Not to mention the castle was bound to get steadily colder as time went on (that is how this sort of thing worked right?).
“Cold until someone dies, huh?”
Mostly speaking to himself in a quiet voice, Andrew stopped just standing in place and went along to disperse with the other students, quickly to his room to change into more appropriate attire. Not that much attire was going to be found of course. He didn’t pack any winter items with him to Hope’s Peak as he expected to have the chance to simply go back home and change out his warm weather clothing for cold weather clothing. He had a plan though! He thanked his past self for packing so many kigurumis.
…
It took Andrew quite some time to actually get on his mish-mashed winter “outfit”. He had chosen his three fluffiest kigurumis, the longest and tightest shirt and pants he could find, and the pair of boots he almost never wore. As the boy stepped out of his dorm room, he looked– well he looked absolutely ridiculous. It was a surprise he could move in the lumpy outfit, but the biggest questionable decision in his outfit of choice was what he did to protect his hands. The only gloves he had packed were a pair of sketching gloves, something that was useless in this kind of weather. To combat this, Andrew had made sure to wear a kigurumi with a front zipper as the outermost layer and apparently tied up the end of his sleeves. While it left him without the use of his hands in the traditional sense, it kept them protected.
After struggling to get his keycard to lock his door and back into the pocket of his kigu, he calmly made his way towards the front door. There was no places to be explored, and Andrew would be darned if he missed out just because it was a little cold out!
dollar bills & cheap thrills ❣ andrew ❣ ch. 2 - normal days ❣ [exec reaction]
Andrew didn’t watch the execution. He had buried his face as close to Hanako’s shoulder as he could go, the other quietly moving so as to allow Andrew to do this. The boy was very grateful for this. He had never seen someone die before, at least not a real person, and he wasn’t planning on that first being broken. He was also grateful that there was no screaming or crying involved from Hana as she well, died. Or from any of his classmates that he noticed. When everything seemed to calm down, the beeping had stopped from what he could hear, and Monobear ordered them out, Andrew finally stepped away from Hanako.
The artist didn’t dare look up. What if the screens were showing Hana’s dead body? He really, really, did not want to see that kind of thing right now. Not after what she said.
“Andrew…. I think you’re a good goddamn person. You tried to vote for Touya. That was fucking nice of you…. And goddamn brave. Thanks.”
Why … had she said that? Didn’t she hate him? She was supposed to hate him. Yell at him. Or at least inform him of how awful he was. Instead she was congratulating the horribly misconstrued attempt to vote Touya he had committed. Something that he knew drew the ire of many of his fellow classmates here. The artist wouldn’t have even been surprised if Hanako hated him because of that. At least something like this, where he could feel the hate towards him, felt familiar. Felt normal. In the sea of chaos and death around the boy, a little familiarity was nice. But with familiarity comes familiar actions, and that couldn’t be more true.
Tears began to well in his eyes. Before his hands could even reach up to stop it, the tears had already burst forth, falling down his face. Thus far, most if not all of the times he had cried thus far had been in private, in his room. In a strange way, Andrew felt better crying in public. His vision was obscured by the tears, leaving everyone else in the trial room as blurry figures. He could still see Hanako in front of him though and a thought crossed his mind. Hanako hated crying. So with that quick thought, Andrew immediately turned to the elevators and stumbled towards them as quickly as the thought came. He wanted to at least save Hanako the trouble of having to see him. In the elevator he stood in the corner, facing the walls of the elevator. No one needed to see the ugly little boy crying his ugly little cry.
The elevator slowly ascended. Andrew sobbed, sniffled, and sputtered the whole ride up, but in a quiet kind of cry, so as to not disturb the people riding up with him. At least, not much.
Finally, by the time the elevator stopped at the entrance of the temple, Andrew had stopped crying. The boy turned from the corner and exited out the elevator, red eyes, puffy from crying, looking left and right at everyone else around him. At everyone else who surely hated him. Just as it was meant to be. He had been a fool to delude himself into thinking and hoping Hope’s Peak would be any different than before.
The shameful child made his ways to the Gondolas, taking one up all by himself. Trudging into castle, up the stairs, into the fourth group of dorms, and finally up against the door of his room. He had half a mind to simple collapse there, falling asleep in the hallway. But he pulled his keycard up to the lock and went inside his room. There he could finally rest in peace.
Don't talk to me or my 98 boyfriends ever again || Cody|| Closed for Andrew
Okay so a day or so after the trial cody was putting himself back together. He didn’t wander far from Domicilium if he went anywhere it was the rock garden, the bathroom, He even laundered the clothes that littered his floor, embarrassment of Ebull seeing the mess that was his room setting in. Great way to get cody to clean was for someone to see his mess. So he did. Sure did. Ah yes washing the dirt from his clothes is surmount to washing the memory of Hana dying from his brain.
When he felt good to go somewhere again Cody left the safety of Domicilium he ventured to the Gazebo, He liked the Gazebo he could see the stars from there. It was daytime but still the view would be nice. so he strolled up on the Gazebo. Only to see someone else was already there. Well. Alright.
Cody didn’t want to interrupt but he also didn’t want to not go to the gazebo. His solution. Wave a short Greeting to the person at the gazebo already and then proceed to climb it. Hoisting himself up on the wooden frame Cody somehow managed to get up on top of the structure. Except he forgot that the top was made of glass and that anyone under him could see him.
Well that’s not good, Nobody needed to stare at his grade A deluxe rump. So despite his efforts to get up there cody let himself slide right off. Not calculating the height from the top of the gazebo to the ground. So to the person in the gazebo, there was a sliding noise, and then a thump.
“Ow. Fuck. That’s Smarts. Ahhhhhh”
Cody laid on the ground sucking in air between his teeth.
“This is embarrassing, HEy guy Can you not tell the others about this?”
Cody called to the other kid, the one he didn’t recognize, probably someone, um…Cody learned most of the roster at least. This guy.
A full day of rest was certainly needed for Andrew. Locking yourself away from the world, going through denying what happened, to crying about what happened, to being paranoid about what will happen, to just being too tired to bother to think about what happened. That day had felt more like an eternity to him. Tossing and turning in his futon, unsure of the future or what he could even do with himself. In the end, he decided to come out after it all, finally wearing his favorite outfit again. A sketchbook gripped in one hand, he patted a pocket on his sweater. Yes, there was some snacks, pencils, erasers, the whole nine yards of things he would need.
Carrying on he stepped outside to what felt to him as the first time in ages. Looking up at the sky he found the day to be pleasant. A small frown crossed his face. Weren’t somber days like this supposed to have the sky be gray and filled with clouds? Or even a little rain? Instead the day had been just like the day before it. Sunny skies, barely any clouds, and a nice warm breeze in the air. Sighing, he made his way to the gazebo, muttering to himself.
“Guess not everything can be like VNs, hm?”
If he had to draw the scene around him, he would definitely create a gloomy atmosphere with water colors, or something similar. He didn’t delve too much into traditional arts unless he wanted to incorporate a technique common in more traditional media into the digital art he made. Like he did when creating the backgrounds for a personal favorite of his, “Chuunibyou Escape, This Isn’t Love Idiot!” A cute VN about an older Chuunibyou falling into a fantasy world, meeting fun fantasy characters and coming to accept that escaping from reality wasn’t really a good thing. A nice message to be sure! Though Andrew knew better than to focus on the message. He just had to draw the backgrounds that would appeal to the target audience in order for the VN to be a success and make money. Which it did, thankfully. Money was important to the boy, much more than the message of the VN was.
Arriving at the gazebo, Andrew sat down at one of the benches, flipping open the sketchbook he brought with him. He lazily flipped through the pages until arriving at a blank one. Taking out a pencil, he rolled up his sleeves and began to get to work. Drawing humans was not new to Andrew. That was in fact, a majority of his work, considering sprites of the characters were often the most important part of VN’s. Though these humans he was drawing weren’t based in fantasy. They were his classmates. He drew them happy, smiling, or laughing, even if he had never seen them do those things before. He filled in the blanks of facts he didn’t know about his classmates, drawing as inspiration hit him. Everyone here deserved to be as happy as he was drawing them. His drawings were interrupted when another boy walked towards the gazebo and gave Andrew a wave. Being polite, Andrew waved back, smiling softly. He was about to return to his drawings when he noticed the boy disappear onto the gazebo. Huh.
He watched with curiosity as the other climbed up the gazebo, following the noise produced by said climbing with his eyes, tracing the path. There was a stop, then a sliding noise, and in a blink the other fell onto the ground. Andrew jumped at the thump, letting out a small squeak of surprise. Was the other boy okay? The artist thought it was best if he set to make sure the other was okay. He walked out of the gazebo and to the other on the ground. He couldn’t help but giggle a bit as the other spoke before leaning down and extended his hand in response.
“Eheheahhe! You need to be more careful. D-don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about this. It can be o-our little secret, ehehehehaheh.” He paused, before continuing. “So, what’s your name? I’m Andrew Nyotei, o-or uhm Kokamome. I-If your into Visual Novels, ehehehaheh, y-you would know me by the latter.”
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Andrew groans and just kinda, weakly lifts his hands up. One covering his eyes, the other slapping uselessly on his voting panel. He opens his eyes. He voted for Hana. He groans again and just. Trudges over to Hanako and leans against him for the rest of the trial.
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Well. There was an explanation, but Andrew wasn’t satisfied. Not just yet. There was still some holes in what she was saying compared to what Andrew had been curious about! Though even he had to admit … things were looking kind of dicey right now. What she said had … kinda made a lot of sense. Still he had questions and he was going to ask them! He really really really did not want to let an innocent person die.
“I-I. Ok. Uhm. That still leaves like, a couple of things? Ok first! Uh. What about the laundry room? I. Well. I’m still pretty sure the culprit used it and if you can’t offer a good explanation why it was recently used … there’s no way I can accept that you’re the killer. Also! Charmayne is uhm … in on what you did, then? Right?”
He listened to what Piney said and nodded himself, agreeing with his questions.
“Right! Yeah! What was with all the items?? Like, why leave all that stuff around there? Y-You told us how it got there, but not why it was there. Y’know? I-I’m sorry but…”
Andrew looked around thinking, was he speaking out of turn, would everyone hate him for doing this? He questioned why he himself was even trying to save Hana after he was pretty sure Hana had said she really freaking did not like Andrew, but she still cared for her. The boy guessed it was only fair to care back. To care for a friend.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t accept your confession if you d-don’t explain. If you don’t then … then everyone needs to switch back to Tou-touya. I guess? If he wa-wanted it to happen then, uh, he’s kinda responsible too?”
It was worth a shot.
