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[closed] cohort study

After LISE’s announcement and the yelling had finally stopped, he faced a new problem. What in the world was this motive? More importantly, how was Satoko doing? They didn’t really know each other either, so this would prove difficult. As long as he tried his very best not to get hurt then it’d be fine...at least, he hoped so. Once everyone else cleared out, he decided to seek her out.

From his brief interactions with her he assumed that she wouldn’t be just hanging around outside, so he tried her therapy room.  Noting that the door was slightly ajar, he knocked anyway to be courteous. 

“...Hello, Satoko, it’s me, Lewis. How are you holding up?” Ahh...first name basis? Perhaps too personal. “S-Sorry. Ihara-san, I meant...may I come in?” The thought of having to double the dosage pained him, but if she was in great anguish, he’d have no choice, he figured. Instead of inviting himself in, he folds his hands behind his back and waits patiently, trying to suppress any of the many worries he had. 

He thought about the power he had. Doubling someone else’s dose for the sake of their partner...too much power. He wondered how the other leaders were taking it at the moment. Hopefully they didn’t have...malicious intent.

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More money, More problems || Open

One million yen, huh? Lewis didn’t get a chance to count it yet to make sure, so he used the new discovery of a very home-y safe space as an opportunity to do so. He mostly closed the door behind him (leaving it open just a crack) and took a good look around. It was so...tidy. Something about that comforted him. He spent an awfully long time examining each of the books before putting them back in their positions and took a long hard look at the rabbit painting.

He settled down at the writing desk, pulling the cash from his pocket in the process, and removing it from its casing. Did he even know how to count this? He’d try at least. He started sorting it into a few separate piles and wrote down the bill numbers. By the time he was finished he combined all of them together and wrapped it back up. That sure was one million yen, wasn’t it. Gosh, should he even have that much cash? Perhaps later on when everyone wasn’t so stressed out he could give them each a cut. There was something about having that much money to himself that felt...greedy.

He was so deep in thought that when someone knocked on the door, he gasped and practically dropped all the bills.

“Ahh erm!! Come in!!” He got up from his chair and pushed it in, leaving the money visible. He didn’t know any better. 

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contaminant [open]

Having too much power was never a good thing, was it? Especially for a worrier such as himself. After everyone else cleared out of the cafe, he remained to reflect on his thoughts. First things first, however was some tea. He...may have known how to make tea. It couldn’t be too difficult.

Using the stove...not his favorite thing to do, but he was careful about it. There was this twang of fear he felt when the water boiled, as if he’d do the wrong thing and cause an accident. Miscalculate one thing. Each movement he made was unnecessarily careful, even from dropping the bag into the pot to pouring it into his small cup. Though with each success, he felt a little bit more confident.

Setting the cup down on the table he was at, he sat down once more. Lewis didn’t like how quiet it was despite not taking the initiative to go after someone. He was hoping someone would walk in and talk to him, or else all that noise in his head would flare up again. The bright red glow of the bracelet was already a huge reminder of it. If anyone did come in, they’d see him looking rather serious.