“...Kokichi. Get out of the walls. You’re gonna get us evicted …Again.” Kiibo sighs as he looks up from the laptop he had been working on. He didn’t know where exactly the Kitsune was but he could hear him. How this kid manages to do this was beyond him. Yes, Kitsunes were powerful but as far as his research has gone, the so-called Ultimate Leader was still a young one. He only had two tails.
When the Robot didn’t get any verbal answer, he shook his head. “I know you can here me. Answer me Kokichi! Also how the hell do you keep doing this!?”
“Nee-Hee, Hee. Fox maaaaaagic~ That’s how. Also we will only get in trouble if I am caught and technically I am still inside the apartment.”
“You know, Makoto can only do so much to help us out. If you keep this up even he won’t be able to help us anymore. Your just causing problems as per usual.”
Kiibo didn't like the silence that came from the kitsune after those words. He regretted them instantly. No one knew the full extent of what happened to him. All that was explained to them after his check up, was that his mind merged the fabricated and real memories. They weren’t even told if this was even fixable for the kitsune. Everyone took the news pretty hard. They all went through hell through the killing game but as far as he could tell, Kokichi got the worse case scenario at the end. To make matters worse they weren’t even told how this happened. God he still gets angry thinking about it.
Kokichi decided to pop his head out of a wall a big grin on his face “Aw, Kiibaby~ You worried about little old me~” He then scoffed and went back into the wall. “Who cares? I never asked you to coming looking for me Kiibo. I am not going back. Besides it’s far more entertaining to be out here then stuck on some Island with others who are just as fucked up as we are.”
“Yes, I do. Despite everything we were friends before the game so that still makes you my friend weather you like it or not. So I am gonna worry. Everyone is actually.” Kiibo shook his head. He could never understand the lairs thought process. “We are all friends Kokichi. Sheesh I can’t believe you. I am going back to work, just please don’t get us evicted again. I don’t think my savings could handle it.”
The only response he got from the other was the sound of the purple haired male’s bedroom door shutting and locking. He was going to have to tread lightly for the rest of the day it seems.