* wanderlust.

[ INDEPENDENT. MOSTLY PRIVATE. SELECTIVE. LOW-ACTIVITY. ] * oc & crossover friendly! roleplay blog for RANTARO AMAMI of the dangan ronpa series. NOT SPOILER-FREE. primarily friend prioritized. pls read guidelines! ── && adored by LEXI.

[wandergone]

ooc. hi i’m home from my trip and i miss @woolspun already but i’m gonna be writing again soon!

[wandergone]

woolspun​:

     ❝ ohhh ! oh, you aren’t ! i’m sorry then !      i forget that not EVERYONE is erm, into… the whole ‘ party ‘ scene that comes with being around a college town. ❞      etsu’s face has reddened some, her outgoing personality quieting a tad as she realizes that the boy before her is… likely a little more introverted than she thought. heesh. seems that she really needed some caffeine then if that was the case, seeing as usually the redhead was a PRO at picking up on whether an individual was introverted or extroverted…      the mention of music though, it’s enough to have her eyebrows lifting.      ❝ it– it really is ! lemme tell you, i spend a LOT of time here, behind this counter… but a majority of my time, i’m probably trying to write something.      like, when there’s no customers or anything, of course ! i’d… uh, n-never ignore anyone.. but this place is a really wonderful spot to get inspiration, i guess that’s what i’m trying to say. ❞      could she of made that any more long-winded ?      the flush from before only crawls further up the poor girl’s cheeks when rantaro mentions that she probably needs energy as much as anyone else.      ❝ w-well.. trust me.      i get PLENTY.      i get free drinks, so long as i clean up after myself and such. the owners don’t mind one bit ! ❞      if only he could’ve snuck a peek at the waste basket behind the counter earlier, the thing being FULL of large-sized cups that one could only assume held some sort of beverage. the most dangerous one was … was the fabled ‘ quad expresso ‘.      thirty shots.       eighteen pumps of white mocha.      the drink etsu made when she wanted to just. jump into another plane of existence. it tasted terrible, but it sure as hell woke her up.     ❝ that’s neat !!! i bet you guys are really glad to know one another, then. o-oh… that’s– that’s really kind of you to say ? i’ve never really been told that before by anyone, so uh, i’m really thankful to hear that ! but, but, but ! i’m certain that the work YOU put in is just as grueling ! i don’t know a lot about politics though, heh.. ❞      the amount of money he sticks into her ( full ) tip jar has her eyebrows lifting before her eyes go wide, pupils blown. w–what ?! he was going to give her THAT much ? that was more than his drink cost ??? 

     ❝ uhm– excuse me ??? you– you just ??? you really DON’T need to tip me that much, oh my gosh ? i mean– thank you, really ! but… ❞      etsu clammers and stammers over her words as she struggles to comprehend what’s happening. the offer to walk her back to her dorm hits her like a bowling ball knocking over all the pins at the end of the lane. strike !      ❝ i.. if, uh, if you wouldn’t mind. that’d be really nice. despite having only talked to you for a little bit, i enjoyed our conversation and i’d like to get to know you better ! ❞

“ Oh ─ don’t apologize, please. ” he puts his hands out before him and shakes his head. Seeing her become flustered at his declaration makes him feel a bit bad, “ It was just a statement. Besides, you can’t be right about everyone. And we’ve only talked for about... ” he hums, “ A few minutes. So don’t worry about it. ” he assures her, hands moving to rest on his hips as he nods. Quite frankly, he wouldn’t have assumed that she’d be in the . . . party scene. Perhaps she’s not and is simply an outgoing person who catches onto a lot of things due to being at the center of campus and meeting many different people ─ but he doesn’t feel quite right about prying.

He smiles fondly as she goes on a tangent about her music. It reminds him of his other passionate friends, especially those from high school. That level of excitement and enthusiasm is always refreshing to see ─ it never gets old, even after meeting countless people of all different backgrounds and personality types. Smile turns into a bit of a playful smirk, the boy more than glad to hear that she’s at least got access to as many drinks as she needs while working. She ─ and the other workers, really ─ probably need it the most.

“ It’s nice you can find inspiration here. As long as it’s not too overwhelming, at least. It probably helps to meet lots of different people, yeah? And the free drinks are well - deserved. ” he finds that the conversation comes easily ; he’s even not too worried about coming in last minute anymore, though he doesn’t plan on doing it again at all. His eyes widen as she returns the compliment and admits she’s never been told such before.

“ Really? ” he perks up, surprised, “ Ah... Well, I’m glad to be able to tell you that, then. You’ll get recognized soon, I’m sure. My major... is quite extensive, yes. That’s why I’m here, for a boost. ” Rantaro admits with a sheepish laugh, then quickly adds as an afterthought about Kokichi: “ Yes, having someone here that I know has definitely made things easier. ” he admits. Truthfully, though conversations with strangers come easily enough, he’s always struggled to get close with people. Having Kokichi here with him was truthfully a blessing he didn’t expect ─ even though their friendship was forged on being the odd ones out!

He waves off the dismissal of the tip, shaking his head, “ No no, don’t worry about it. You deserve it. Ah, think of it as extra for getting me something so late? I know you said you didn’t mind, but... Well, I don’t mind giving a bit extra as thanks. ” he pockets his wallet and grabs his drink as to finalize the statement and reiterate that he won’t take no for an answer. He’s grateful she accepts his offer to walk her back, though, and is admittedly a bit embarrassed she’d like to get to know him more.

Don’t, he wants to tell her, It’s not worth it.

But it would be silly to retract the offer so he keeps his smile on, gesturing towards the door.

“ I’m glad you think so! I’ve enjoyed our talk, too. I don’t mind at all ─ we’re heading in the same direction, anyway. ” fingers tighten around his drink and his eyebrows shoot up with a horrible realization.

“ Oh! Aha, I haven’t even properly introduced myself. I’m Rantaro Amami. I’ll be waiting outside while you lock up, then? ” 

[wandergone]

woolspun​:

     the more she looks at him, the more she feels– no, KNOWS that she’s seen this kid around campus before. but where ? ugh, etsu sees so many people in just ONE day that the faces kinda all blend together. the most familiar are the others that share classes with her ( obviously ), then the same students in the building… regulars at work.      ugh. she couldn’t think too hard about it, not with the long day she’s just had. usually by then the redhead would have consumed enough caffeine to motivate a sleep-deprived elephant, but her shift had been busy and she’d had little time to make anything for herself. hence why she’s so hyper-fixated on the ( four pack ) of red bull waiting for her. she won’t drink all of it, maybe just a… a can or two ?      enough to get her through a few beat saber songs and then finish a project that was due the coming monday ?      or maybe she’d go out,  who knew.      r… record a song ?      so many things she wants to do, but with limited time and energy. sigh.      ❝ yeah, yeah ! you know– when all the frat houses have their parties and such ? since not many students have friday classes.      oof… sounds like a ROUGH study session. that was me the other day, i swear i stared music theory notes until my eyeballs burned !      are you sure ? it’s really not an issue. ❞      this guy– he’d been NICE, striking up conversation easily and keeping it going without any apparent issue at all. shrugging nonetheless, etsu offers him a genuine half-smile, one corner of her mouth quirked up further than the other, and gets to work on that drink. she doesn’t take too long, and it appears that it doesn’t make much of a mess to make. simple and straightforward.      ❝ oh !!! ahhhhhh, you’re right ! you’re always around the boy with the purple hair, right ?      i usually only ever see him between classes and such, but yeah, i’ve seen him in the auditorium, too.      i’m a music performance major, but i’m minoring in theatre. if i wanna be any sort of performer, i should be REALLY good at it, right ?      what about you ? i’m assuming nothing related to music or art, huh ? ❞       with a smile, etsu sets his drink down and adds a straw– one venti iced blonde roast, chock full of the caffeine every student requires.

“ Hmm... ” Rantaro hums thoughtfully, a bit caught off guard by the chatter. Of course, that could still be apart of her duty in customer service, but Rantaro was hoping he’d given the impression that she doesn’t need to save face for his sake. It’s late, she’s exhausted from work, and he doesn’t want her to exert herself further for his sake! . . . or she could just be a naturally friendly and talkative person. Really, he probably shouldn’t fret too much over it.

“ Haha, I guess you’re right. I’m not really one for parties, so I guess I’m not as familiar with... the lingo ? ” he admits, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes brighten with curiosity when she mentions music ─ “ Ah! I know someone who also studies in music. It’s a surprisingly tasking subject, so I’m not surprised. Sounds like you could use the caffeine, too. ” he muses, relaxing his posture a bit as she works behind the counter. His face warms at the mention of just how often he’s seen with Kokichi ─ not that it doesn’t make sense they’d be together so often, or anything! 

“ Ah, yes, that’s Ouma-kun. We know each other from high school, so... ” he offers, “ Performance majors are grueling, from what I see when I stop by. Your work really is fascinating. ” comment is genuine as he nods, “ And it sounds like you’re pretty dedicated, so I’m sure you’ll excel in your field. Aha─ I’m nothing too exciting, really. Humanities and international politics. ” Rantaro answers. Really, her spunky and upbeat attitude remind him a bit of his sisters, so he can’t help but offer the encouragement, even if they’ve just met! He returns her smile as the drink is finished.

“ Thank you, really. And I’m sorry again for coming so close to close. ” he digs through his wallet and pulls out the required amount ─ as well as a generous tip, enough to get herself a few extra cans of energy drinks. He takes a few sips, un-phased by the bitterness and already grateful for the extra boost.

“ Oh, If you’re heading back to the dorms after this, perhaps I could walk you back? ” he offers─ sure, she’s probably done the walk plenty of times, but it’s almost nature at this point for him to ask.

[wandergone]

woolspun​:

     soon.      SOON.      etsu’s eyes have been constantly switching between the watch she wears and the doorway of the coffee house…. amber irises specifically honing in on the shadows of individuals walking past the place.      ‘ place don’t come in— pleeeaaaaase don’t come in. ’      everything was cleaned up ( perfectly, at that ) and put away back to wherever the things belonged. cups restocked, goodies prepped for tomorrow, anything and everything that could POSSIBLY be needed was ready and rearing to go !      five more minutes. etsu just needs to get through these last few minutes, then she can run back to her dorm… down that energy drink that’s tucked away within her fridge and do who KNOWS what for the next few hours.      well, she could always work on some assignments. despite only being a junior, etsu has more than enough credits to technically be at a senior standing…       that only meant she worked herself not twice, but maybe three times as hard as the average student. and with her major paired with her minor ? there was no shortage of work that needed to be done.      the tinkling of a bell draws her attention rather QUICK, the young woman’s head WHIPPING to face the door. in that moment, if one looked into her eyes deeply enough, they’d see her soul exit her body. just as quickly as she looks like she wants to die, etsu’s expression morphs into one of excitement.

     ❝ hey there !!!      oh– well, you know sometimes things just uh, they happen ! ❞      really ? internally, annoyance bubbles within her– that is, until he mentions he’ll take the simplest thing to make, so long as it has PLENTY of caffeine. oh, haha. this kid was gonna die.      ❝ lotta studying to do, i take it ? even on THIRSTY THURSDAY ?      how about a large blonde roast ? i can do additives though, like extra shots or flavoring. all up to you, of course ! ❞      a pause, her eyes squinting some at him whilst she tilts her head. hm. he looks familiar, somehow ? had she seen him around campus before ?       ❝ say uhm, haven’t i seen you around ? i mean, i know that campus is pretty big, but you just look REALLY familiar. ❞ 

There’s no surprise when he’s met with such a chipper, enthusiastic greeting. Such is the life of a barista! Still, Rantaro can’t help but feel BAD. He’s pretty confident that he has a good read on people and if his assumption is right─ the overly-friendly girl behind the counter masks someone who’s exhausted and just ready to get her shift over with. Rantaro really doesn’t blame her, though. He’s reminded of when his sisters would come in and beg him to spend time with them just as he was settling in for the night . . . the memory stings a bit, but he dismisses it and blames his exhaustion.

With a polite smile, the boy nods.

“ Thirsty Thursday . . ? ” he echoes, head tipping to the side. And then he chuckles a bit, a soft, tired but genuine laugh, “ Yes, you could say that. I’ve been stuck in the library all night, and there’s more work to be done. And, ah ─ I don’t need anything extra. Especially since you’ve probably put most everything away? Really, don’t worry about it. I don’t want to cause you more trouble than I already have. ” Rantaro gazes at the neatly stocked shelves and clean counter. He gnaws his lip for a moment, making a mental note to tip generously for his late arrival, which he still feels very poorly about. 

He perks up a bit at the mention of familiarity. He looks over her ─ nodding slowly in recognition. 

“ Now that you mention it . . . ” he starts, humming thoughtfully, “ Perhaps I’ve seen you around the theater? ” Rantaro suggests, “ My roommate is a performance major, so I’ve been around there a few times. Would I have seen you there..? ”

[wandergone]

He’s exhausted. But of course he is─ while Rantaro doesn’t exactly mind group projects, they sure suck the energy out of him. Especially when the work lasts so long that the sun begins to set before he’s even left the library to get back to the dorms. He struggles to refrain from yawning too much, as that will only make the feeling much worse. And he still has an essay to complete, too . . .

The decision to stop by the campus’ coffee shop is impulsive but he decides it’s also a necessity if he wants to make it through the night without losing too much focus on his work. He steps inside, debating if he should try calling his roommate and offering him something as well when he notices how empty the coffee shop is. Unusual. He would have expected more students lingering about. Regardless, he steps forward to the counter. Finally, Rantaro notices the clock, and it makes sense why there’s no one else occupying the space. There’s mere minutes before close.

Guilt gnaws at him─ he rushed out of the library so fast that he didn’t bother to check the time. He’s half debating slipping away when he’s greeted by the worker. He laughs a bit sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck.

“ Sorry─ I know it’s very late, I didn’t mean to come in so close to closing. ” Rantaro offers, “ I’ll just have whatever’s the easiest to make up real quick and has the most caffeine..? ”

                                                                                                          @woolspun​​​

[wandergone]

inxanis‌:

Dabi fails to refrain himself from snorting a laugh at his newfound companion’s lack of awareness of the reason why the party is being thrown in the first place. But that’s not a surprise. The dude just came here out of mere curiosity after all. The fact that he doesn’t even know he’s currently in the company of Vanguard’s bassist is all too endearing. Dabi takes another drag of his cigarette first and exhales the smoke out before finally giving his answer.

❝It’s our band’s after-party.❞ He clarifies, tapping the cigarette’s ashes away and watching them fall down to the dark alley below them. ❝My bandmate likes to throw one every after gig. I usually skip it but…❞ Again, he tries to think of a good reason that could have compelled him to arrive but still comes up with nothing. He really has no idea why he’s here or why he’s still here. He could have left earlier the second he watched that cheating drama transpire a while ago but he didn’t. Maybe it’s the booze. Or maybe he’s just bored. Either way, they’re not very good reasons when he’s barely drunk and still fucking bored.

After another drag and a quick exhale, he casts a glance at the other male.

❝I’m assuming you’ve never seen us play.❞ The guy dresses like someone who would watch them or at least has heard of them but his personality says otherwise. Who knows though. ❝What kind of music do you listen to?❞

“ Oh... oh !! ” a thoughtful hum turns into a surprised exclamation, as accented by the way his eyebrows raise and his eyes widen a bit when he put to pieces together. He feels a bit embarrassed to have let that connect slip his mind, despite his unfamiliarity with the group. He feels a bit... guilty. As if he’s undermined the musicians by showing up to a party without showing support. 

At least the person before him─ the band member─ is being casual about the whole thing. Rantaro simply laughs lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“ That would explain why I thought you looked familiar. ” he chuckles a bit, " No, I haven’t had the chance. To be honest, the offer to come here was a last minute thing. ” Rantaro supplies, brows pinching together a bit. He hasn’t even seen much of the group that invited him─ likely since he sought quiet refuge pretty early into the party. He’s got a feeling that even if he did find them, they’d soon realize he wasn’t exactly someone who belonged at a place like this and would move on.

“ Haha, is it be too bland if I said I don’t have a particular preference..? ” he offers a small shrug, “ I have a friend that plays piano, and my sisters always shared different kinds with me. I’ve listened to quite the variety during travels, too... ” he muses, tapping his chin lightly, “ Would it be rude of me to say you guys seem like the punk rock type? Not a bad thing, either─ I’d like to go to a show sometime. Not sure about another after party, though. No offense. ” his gaze flickers back towards the window, peering in to observe the people inside. Really, it looks about how a typical college party would go.

“ Though I have to admit, there’s quite the diverse crowd of people here. I can see where someone would enjoy watching things play out..? ” he raises a brow, suggesting assumption, returning full attention to his new companion. 

“ Name’s Rantaro Amami, by the way. I appreciate you sharing your little hideout. ”

[woolspun]

[wandergone]

ooc. bitch u followed me first, own up to it. YOU’RE here forever. 

[moorhsu]

hamtaro

[dominodamsel]

switching between watching drv3, coloring in commissions, and fully ignoring the essay due in a few days, i decided to put 1 whole ass hour into doodling amami bc i love him sm

[wandergone]

lucktrap‌:

  “ huh–?  oh, i’m actually looking for my schoolbag, ”   he admits, sheepishly avoiding his schoolmate’s eyes.   “ i’m beginning to wonder if i’ll ever see it again…  it’s turning out to be quite the hassle, ahahah… ”   the awkward chuckle couldn’t help but make his feelings evident;  for the first words he’s properly exchanged with amami to revolve around his own foolish mistake, he knows well enough that he ought to be ashamed.  

he’s preparing to restart his search when something seems to dawn on him.  nagito realizes quite suddenly that his complaints could easily translate to a plea for assistance, and jumps back in to negate the possibility.   “ oh, but please don’t misunderstand…  i’m not asking for help–  it would be unforgivable for someone like me to waste the time of a talented person like yourself. ”

         ah, a misplaced schoolbag! it would be easy to assume things like that just don’t happen at a school full of the world’s most talented student, but alas, this won’t be the first time rantaro has run into someone searching for their bag. he’s about to offer his assistance─ such is his nature─ before komaeda is quickly dismissing the help before he can even get the offer in. rantaro laughs a bit awkwardly, holding up his hands and waving off the . . . peculiar choice of words that spark a fair amount of questions. if his assumptions on the implications are correct, that is─ especially coming from an upperclassman!

“ hey, don’t say things like that. ” he insists, though his tone is gentle, “ we’re both students here, yeah? we all have our talents. i wouldn’t pit myself above you, or anything. ” a hypocrite, he might be? not quite being the most confident in himself, either! but he forgoes that information, obviously. but he’s still embarrassed. “ besides, something like that isn’t a waste of time. helping a classmate, i mean. and i don’t have anything else to do, so it would help to pass the time, at the very least. i think it’d weigh on my conscious if i left without helping. ”

[wandergone]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒!

* 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 : rantaro amami * 𝙰𝙶𝙴 : 18 / 21 (verse dependent)   * 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 : 5′10″ * 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂 : cryptic human * 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 : male * 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 : japenese    * 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙳𝙰𝚈 : oct. 3rd * 𝚂𝚄𝙽 𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽 : libra * 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 : dorms of whatever verse he’s in * 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙻 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : single ... crushing * 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 :  neutral good..? * 𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙺 : tea / energy drinks * 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙳 : strong preference for homemade meals! he’s actually skilled at cooking and knows how to make lots of different things from his travels. * 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙾𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 : days because he can see and explore more! he doesn’t mind nights too much, though.  * 𝚂𝙽𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂 : enjoys the occasional sweets, but prefers something like yogurt! * 𝙿𝙴𝚃 : his plans to travel more frequently make it hard for him to have a pet, but he loves meeting other people’s pets! * 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚄𝚁 : green! * 𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁 : peony ─ honor, family, shame  * 𝚂𝙴𝚇𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 : bi king * 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝚃𝚈𝙿𝙴 :  leaning towards ectomorph * 𝙴𝚈𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁 : green ... again * 𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁 : green. natural? in dangan verses, sure! 

tagged by: @inxanis ( thank u! ) tagging: @liescore​ @lucktrap​ @musaeon (any of ur dangans!)

[ministarfruit]

hi! :) i just wanted to say that the way you draw amami is god tier. i can’t get enough

thank you! I love to draw him very much

[wandergone]

─ @liescore​ ❞

          he had received the first message as his last class had let out for the day: ‘ uneven ground! place on a flat surface ’. at first, it wasn’t something that bothered him too much. between their four little robots, one was bound to get caught on their entryway mat at some point during the day. with a shrug, rantaro closed out the error message as he made the trek across campus to the dorms. he was sure that kokichi would take care of the problem once he realized one of their robots was stuck.

but then the second notification came: ‘ drop off detected! move to a new area! ’. rantaro’s brows twitched. drop off ?? even if caught on a RUG, the sensors shouldn’t say drop off. even more unnerving was the fact that this alert had come from one of their OTHER robots. not only that, but . . . rantaro inhales sharply and quickens his pace. he can see their dormitories now. he breezes through the door, giving the person at the desk a quick greeting before taking the steps, two at a time, up to his room.

the door is cracked open. oh no. rantaro pushes the door open the rest of the way, concerned eyes befalling his roommate. 

“ h - hey, ouma-kun. ” he beckons, “ where is panta-chan and why did i get a warning about a... drop off? ” he pulls open the application and holds out his phone to kokichi, “ our other one, too. did you happen to see it get stuck? and . . . ” he hesitates a moment, probably the most concerning thing of it all, “ did we ever take the knives off them? ”

[ghostvom]

cling on or die on 

dont tag as me , ID . thank

[wandergone]

inxanis‌:

Dabi stuffs his pack of cigarettes back into his pocket the second his offer has been turned down, not entirely surprised that the pretty boy doesn’t smoke. The guy really looks like a fish out of water and Dabi couldn’t help but wonder who in their right mind thought it would be a good idea to invite someone who clearly isn’t going to have a good time in a crowd such as the one happening behind them right now. 

But then he remembers how his own bandmates insisted him to show up despite his lack of effort in displaying an ounce of interest in their parties. 

❝No, you’re good.❞ If it were any other situation, he would have told this dude to scram but he can see where he’s coming from and figures it wouldn’t be worth the energy to ruin someone’s night even further. ❝Their party isn’t my thing either. There’s too much going on.❞ Before he even came here, he literally had to watch some chick slap a bandmate of his in front of her friends after finding out he had been cheating on her with her best friend. The fact that he’s even up to date with that drama baffles and annoys him.

He takes another drag from his cigarette in an attempt to drown out that recent memory of his friend’s public humiliation. ❝Why’d you come here anyway?❞ He decides to ask. ❝I mean, if it’s not your thing, why bother showing up in the first place?❞

         he’s a bit relieved to hear his presence isn’t a bother. he’s able to relax a bit, approaching the edge of the fire escape landing and leaning his elbows onto the rail. he exhales, feeling some of the tension already easing up after parting with the crowd and getting some air that’s not polluted by the smell of alcohol. he glances over to the other escapee, offering a faint smile. “ thanks. ” he says. rantaro is acutely aware of how out of place he is, so he doesn’t blame the other if he’s a bit confused. he also can’t shake the sense of familiarity, and not just because of his . . . distinctive appearance. rantaro sets the thoughts away for now. the lighting is poor, anyway. 

“ mhmm, curiosity, i guess? ” he shrugs, truthfully questioning the same thing himself. alright, perhaps he’s guilty of falling for those pleading eyes accompanied with the way he’d been told “ it’s fine! you’ll find your groove and have fun! c’mon, give it a shot! we don’t invite just anyone, you know! ”. no, he hasn’t found a groove and he wouldn’t quite call this ‘ fun ’, but at least he could say he tried . . ? “ probably not my smartest move, if i’m being honest. it was ─ ah ─ a bit hard to say ‘ no ’ at the time. i figured i may as well check things out? doesn’t hurt anything. ” he admits, a sheepish laugh following.

“ aha, but i could ask you the same thing, couldn’t i? you seem . . . more well - versed with these kind of things? yet here you are, prepared with a perfect place to escape to. ” he grins a bit, tipping his head to the side. he’s prepared to be wrong in his assumption, of course.

[wandergone]

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@wandergone​

   “ hmm–  could they have brought it somewhere else? ”  to think he’d be so careless as to turn his back on something as important as his school bag…!  someone must have mistaken it for their own, he assures himself.  naturally, the classmates he holds in such great respect are unlikely to be responsible for something so petty and distasteful as common theft.  komaeda trails in and out of classrooms in search of it, and it’s on his way out of the very last one that he ends up bumping shoulders with a familiar face.  “ ah, you must be… amami-kun… ”

           an accidental brush of his shoulder would usually have rantaro offering an apology with a kind smile before he’d go about his day. but the person that he runs into isn’t a stranger; well, not technically. rantaro knows komaeda’s name and face, of course, but beyond that . . . it can’t really be helped, though! they are in different classes, after all.

“ yes, that’s right. and you’re komaeda . . . senpai ? ” he offers a polite smile and a friendly wave of his hand to his upperclassmen. truthfully, he’s a bit surprised, but the encounter isn’t unwelcome. but he has to wonder─ just what is komaeda doing peering into the various classrooms? 

“ ah ─ i hope you don’t mind me asking, but . . . ” a pause as he glances over his shoulder to the various students still lingering about the classroom, “ are you perhaps looking for someone? maybe i can point you in the right direction? ”

[wandergone]

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