#thymeforpuns

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It had only been a day since the deaths of two of his peers.

A day... it already felt like it’d been so much longer. Maybe because he hadn’t been able to sleep, seeing the bodies as though burned into his eyelids every time he tried to close them. At the point he’d finally decided it best to give up on sleep, he’d moved out to the patio attached to his room, letting the soft breeze from the ocean ease his mind even just a little bit.

His mind wouldn’t stop churning; to the point where he saw the sun rising before he knew it. Ah--he should maybe try to go have something to eat now, at least. Whether or not he’d be able to just yet, he wasn’t sure, but it’s best to try. No letting himself go, now.

It was early enough, as he made his way to the dining room, that he’d assumed no one else would be there. And at first, there wasn’t, allowing him to simply find something to eat with relative peace. But he comes out of the kitchen, intending on simply heading back to his room, only to come face to face with someone else. Oh. This man was one of their teachers, was’nt he?

“...Fufufu. I would have thought it too early for anyone else to have stirred,” Wataru offers a smile, allowing his usual self to shine through enough that maybe he wouldn’t be questioned. “We are the first ones to rise, so we have the kitchen’s entirety at our hands, yes? Please, you too should eat to your heart’s content... ☆”

Nevermind the fact that he technically hadn’t ‘risen,’ nor was he even eating to his own heart’s content.

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alright.

truth be told he didn’t know how long he could keep this stupid ditsy routine up, actually it’s become so frequent that he himself has convinced himself that he’s just as air head as amnesia causes you to be. he has no clue though, that’s true, how the fuck he got on the boat.

if what that stupid bear was talking about was true then that means he found himself in an odd situation, he’s no stranger to murder and nowhere above it-- but this seemed like something he’d happily keep his hands out of for now.

anyways.

thoughts aside, the ghoul trudged out of his room to the main hall curiously to check out things a little more, nothings really open per-say but he’d happily explore what he could. not like he could really eat any of the stuff here but it’s not like anyone would chastise him or judge him for his eating habits( well-- eating body parts is kind’ve.. questionable but that’s something he’ll worry about at a later time ).

then it occurred to him. what the hell was on his finger?

“a ring?” he blinked, stumbling a little as he walked into a trash can. good job uta! he stumbled back some and blinked, laughing to himself.

“even when noone’s around i guess i’m still the ditsy idiot teacher, ne?” he said to noone, well, noone he could see really.

skimming through the id contacts he had on his id card, this was really technologically advanced but he wasn’t opposed to it. he thought it was neat.

“oh?”

“justin thyme..” he blinked, scratching his cheek before grinning excitedly. “that’s the nice man i met on the boat-- silly man, loves to tell jokes an awful lot.” he just loooovvveeeddd talking to himself. don’t mind him.

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Memorial (Chapter 2)

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“Mr. Thyme, Are.... are you alright?” 

It was a ridiculous question. Of course he wasn’t. Not many of them were, after the past days’ events. But Justin had seemed to be the worst off about it. They’d even did their best to search for that horrible horrible thing, the thing that ended up being nothing. All that worrying, that stress, for absolutely nothing. But maybe that’s just how this game was going to be. All the same, it obviously didn’t sit well with Justin.

Taking a seat down beside him, he folds his hands, pressing his thumbs together until they turned white. “I saw the flower and handkerchief in Noah’s room. I assume that was you.”