[ at the refectory at some point, because this is the only decent sink in town and everything here is gross so he feels like he has to wash his hands twenty times a day
ah... one of the japanese teens... at least they don't have the internet here to shit talk him on if they think he's lame ]
[ Todomatsu, the shadows take you, and you find yourself in the elevator of a residential building.
You're on your way to the escort mission, where you're going to rendezvous with the baby you're meant to babysit, chatting through the specifics with Satoru.
And, as per usual, he's saying some audacious shit. Thankfully, you're so used to lecturing him at this point that you don't even flinch as an explosive goes off. ]
[ at the amusement park, throwing balls at the stacked milk bottles in the games area... the first pitch is just limp-wristed and pathetic and doesn't hit anything, and the second one goes a little further and does one of the bottles but just bounces off without moving it. as he winds up for the third pitch he thinks ugh, okay, just picture atsushi-kun's smug face...!!! and hurls it at full force.
it also bounces back off.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? THIS RIGGED PIECE OF SHIT—
[ todomatsu has already scoured the clothing stores (fuck yeah!!!) and is in a fresh new shirt with white pants. the fashion of this era actually looks kind of right on him? almost like he was originally born in the 50s...... weird.........
anyway, he's passing by the medical center right now, with no intention of actually going in because Yikes, but he's looking over the posters in the windows out of some sense of morbid curiosity. he will immediately pull himself away from them as soon as he sees geto, though, so he can go wrap his arms around him in an unenthusiastic hug accompanied by feelings of mild embarrassment and annoyance. ]
w0, monday
ah... one of the japanese teens... at least they don't have the internet here to shit talk him on if they think he's lame ]
...Hello. Um, Geto-kun, was it?
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week 2, monday
And, as per usual, he's saying some audacious shit. Thankfully, you're so used to lecturing him at this point that you don't even flinch as an explosive goes off. ]
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week 2, saturday
That was a lot.
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w3, monday
Why.
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w4, monday
it also bounces back off.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? THIS RIGGED PIECE OF SHIT—
while barking indignantly like a chihuahua. ]
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w5, monday
anyway, he's passing by the medical center right now, with no intention of actually going in because Yikes, but he's looking over the posters in the windows out of some sense of morbid curiosity. he will immediately pull himself away from them as soon as he sees geto, though, so he can go wrap his arms around him in an unenthusiastic hug accompanied by feelings of mild embarrassment and annoyance. ]
Sorry. This is really annoying.
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week 6, monday, vineyard
Seven?
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