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jeremiah 16:6 (open)

Well, that was...surprising in that it had actually gone really well. As well as he could expect a trial to go, anyway. So he'd gotten punched and kicked in the name of adding insult to injury, what the fuck ever, when he killed someone he wasn't gonna be looking for coddling--mostly because he'd never get caught. But still, he'd been entirely right the whole entire time and now people would have to take him seriously. Rather than retreating back into his new room with the fancy key and the bloodstains and the privacy, he decided now was time for a victory meal.

Kuji's definition of a victory meal was a large deconstructed salad, apparently. Tucked into one corner of the cafeteria, he was breaking apart a huge carrot and a huge cucumber and shredding little apple bits, only taking one bite for every several pieces he dropped into the slug terrarium. This is your god, now look upon him and pay tribute in the form of some kind of vegetarian stuff that required more cooking experience than he had.

He ended up getting so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn't notice when someone else entered the room. You fucking idiot, this was the whole point of being out here. Whatever. He kept picking apart a whole produce section and remained in prime bothering position.

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genesis 5:24 (open)

Kuji, in all honesty, couldn't give a shit about that psycho bear's motive. If he was going to murder someone, he was going to murder someone in cold-blooded revenge, not for a stupid pile of paper. And he was going to murder Masaki eventually, because that guy was an unrepentant mollusk killer and it would have to be one of them or the other if this went on much longer, and he had to make it seem like he followed through on his threats. But...eventually. Right now he had bigger things to worry about. Bigger things like whether he should kill for the stack of cash after all just to see if it would make decent kindling.

A slightly squished Fuyuki was laying in the middle of the cafeteria floor on a bed of his disembodied sleeves. Kuji held a wooden chopstick in a whittling motion between his hands, though his poor attempts at fire-starting appeared to be put on hold thanks to the tearstains littering the material. There were more flammable things around, but that involved breaking up furniture and now was the last time he should be getting in trouble. He appeared focused on his work, even though he wasn't actually moving. He was stuck.

The obvious choice was just to throw the poor slug in the incinerator, but that lacked all the ceremony his child required, and he couldn't bear for Fuyuki to go the same way as trash. He'd cremated every single slug he'd ever owned, in an actual outdoor pyre way too big for them, and the incinerator would have been intolerable for reasons of tradition alone. But...he wasn't going to be able to give Fuyuki a proper send-off this way.

Why he chose to make this important decision on a floor in a place where everyone would be walking through, he had no idea. Maybe he was hoping Masaki would come in and he could choke him out before resuming important business.

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deuteronomy 7:15 (open)

The chill, the runny nose, the constant coughing--although maybe that was just from screaming his lungs out the previous day--all this, combined with a vision of a sweaty Kuji draped in a towel in the corner of the kitchen, pointed to the apocalyptic common cold of lore. After his forceful shower the wet clothes had led to his downfall after all, and with only the towel wrapped around his head, he'd just marinated in his dampness all night long. And then he'd woken up generally leaky and unhappy. He was going to fucking murder that knife girl.

For once, the slug tank wasn't with him as he went about his business. He wasn't happy about leaving it back in the cell with the accordion fucker, but sneezing on them or passing along his gross new clean person germs was not an option, and so he was in the kitchen alone, clothes now relatively dry but still retaining the memory of dampness, wrinkled as all hell. As uncomfortable as it was, stripping down wasn't an option either.

Squatting in front of the refrigerator, eyes squinted almost shut, his hand was just barely extended outside his patchwork blanket of towels from the laundry room and his regular oversized jacket. Okay, if he just grabbed something really quickly, he wouldn't get that much colder, right? Or was it not worth it--he wasn't exactly famished, even if he knew that eating every day was important. Any interlopers hereabouts would just see him having a vicious staring contest with the appliance, and occasionally sneezing and losing all his progress.

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revelations 2:26 (open)

The public bath was a lot steamier than it had right to be--what was this, an anime struggling with kid-friendly ratings?--but that suited Kuji's purposes just fine. Completely bypassing the changing room, empty as it now was, like a preteen boy walking very fast past the women's hygiene section of the supermarket, he'd brought everything with him into the uncomfortably toasty bath, all clothes and mollusk tank and all. It had taken him a while to figure out the temperature controls, because strange temperature controls were the bane of any reasonable person's existence, but soon everything was a much nicer lukewarm and yet still steamy somehow. It was time to release the gastropods.

Okay, well, not all at once, because Yoshiro would probably slip right into a tub and drown and then the apocalypse would never come at all, but he was a good enough caretaker to do things piecemeal. So that was how any prospective visitor to the bath would find him--stretched out on his stomach, holding Mayu carefully under one of the spigots as the remainder of the slugs just waited their goddamn turns. In contrast to his usual glower, his face was the picture of loving fatherly pride, but who knew how much longer that would last.

Was this really any kind of response to one of his classmates--someone he'd roomed with for a while, even, if they weren't his friend--getting dramatically executed in some kind of display more worthy of the theater than a court? Maybe for him, but at least right now no one had better bring it up.

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Seriously people are dead. [open]

Holy shit. That trial was pretty intense. Intense in the way that Niwa had sort of just... stayed quiet at his little podium and didn't say a word. It wasn't like he had anything productive to contribute, anyway! And they had found the culprit in the end, so even without any interjections from the lowly serving boy, they had been fine.

If you want to "condemning a peer to certain execution" fine.

Which he didn't, but...

... It wasn't like his opinion mattered! He decided to just push all of his negative feelings away in lieu of doing something useful, like his purpose was. And so that's how he found himself in the laundry room after the trial, doing one of the tasks a serving boy's skills were incredibly well tailored to-- washing some stranger's underwear.

Hey, it was their fault for leaving them out!

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the imminent destruction of all humankind (open)

Okay, so, Kuji was totally right about the kidnapping thing, as expected! Not like he was that happy to hear about it, but it happened--er, had happened, was happening, they were totally stuck here for the time being. Kill someone to get out, okay, that was within his capabilities as eventual herald of the death of humankind and he ought to start acting like it. Also, he was in prison, he had to get with the times, right?

His eyes narrowed and he clutched his tank even more protectively to his chest, away from the prying eyes of that French dickhead. Trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, he sidled up to...someone else, less overtly stupid-looking.

"So, how willing are you to take one for the team and let me get out of here, because I've got bigger things than this going on. I'll give you...uh, ten seconds to pledge your allegiance to the lord of mollusks before I just smite you anyway."