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students in time out: 10

It's a little hard to wake up when the melody that drifts into your ears is so comforting that it'd be so much simpler to stay asleep. Maybe everything that you remember last - the cold seeping into your fingertips, the pain of injury, or the darkness creeping into your vision - will just be parts of a bad dream.

But it's not.

When you wake up, it's probably a little disorienting - you have to push off a blanket and rise from this nice comfortable mat on the floor. Seems like you were all curled up for nap time. Literally. The room that you're in has furniture meant for small humans, children as some might call them, and everything is soft and plush to the touch with rounded corners. Blocks with the alphabet etched onto them, coloring books and crayons, and even a rocking horse dot the room to really give it that childish charm. If you can think of a child-safe toy, it's probably in one of the baskets that line the shelves of the room!

Around the room they'll find baby monitors that broadcast the antics of the living. Hopefully that doesn't feel creepy.

There is a yard outside through the glass doors, but it currently seems to be locked - and the glass won't break no matter how hard you try. There's a large pink door that feels enormous, ten times as tall as you, on one side of the room, but there's no way through that either. At the very top, you might see a directory sign that says: TO ADMINISTRATION BUILDING.

Huh.

Well... for now, get comfortable. It looks like you might be here a while.

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[He can feel that.]

Nero's a chef. I love him just the way he is.

[Nero is not here to be flustered, he can lovemail in peace.]

[ Love...

There's curiosity there, at the word Bradley chooses for that. Love can be platonic, too, Aikawa knows that. But it's still interesting to hear it be said, given he's... himself. ]

Love, huh? I dunno if I'd say I love Risu, he's kind of a shithead.

[Bradley's affection is intense and romantic, thank you.]

Met him in school, right? How long've ya known each other?

[ Me doing the math lady meme at the timeline of Dorohedoro. Um. I THINK this number is what it is but if I'm wrong I'll have to retcon it later. ]

...Two years-ish, maybe. I guess. I haven't seen him for a while, though.

[do your best lowe]

I've known Nero for about five hundred.

You guys get separated?

Five hundred...! [ He's not surprised. But also, still, five hundred. ]

Jeez, what is that, like twenty times my age? Actually I don't know, I didn't go to school for fuckin', math.

[ But he tilts his head a little bit and that black hole of emotion returns a bit. ]

Yeah, you could say that.

I'm six hundred, y'know.

[What the fuck is that emotion!]

What's up with ya?

Ooooooold.

[ THAT'S APPARENTLY HIS TWO CENTS ON IT. He turns his head a little, though. ]

What's up with what?

If yer old you've survived.

[Which is way harder where he lives than anywhere else.]

Your feelings? 's ... A mess.

[He knows those aren't his because he knows his own feelings very well.]

Not at my place! People don't live for that long. A hundred's like, a miracle or something.

[ But... he just sticks his hands into his pockets.

...

...

Holds up the carrot. ]

I'll tell ya if you take a bite.

Wizards live for long, long time.

[Pride and oddly a sense of loss.

Frowns at the carrot! No he doesn't wanna!]

It ain't clean.

[ He wonders what it means. But he's going to walk over to... wherever a sink is, I'm just going to assume there's a sink since daycares have stinky children and surely a lot of handwashing is in order. And he gives the thing a wash, jeez Bradley. ]

I'd ask if that doesn't get boring after a while, but I guess if that's normal for you then you don't really have an opinion, huh.

[ Then he holds up. Une clean carrot. ]

Yeah, it's livin' that long... For a North wizard it's either a real long or a real short life.

[He Never said he was going to eat this carrot.]

[ He'll make you eat your goddamn carrots even if it's the last thing he does. ]

Yeah? What's a long life vs a short life for you? Six hundred is pretty crazy.

[sir, he has a GUN.]

Long's like 2000. Short's in the teens.

[ I'LL RAM THIS CARROT STRAIGHT DOWN YOUR GUN BARREL. ]

Yeesh, you weren't kidding when you said short. Unless you're gonna tell me something like that teens for you wizards is in your sixties or something.

[TRY IT EX-LIZARD]

No. It's 13-19. Same as a human.

[ EAT YOUR DAMN VEGETABLES!!!!!!!! ]

Damn. You mean as in, dying 'cause of illness or something?

[ Btw he waggles this carrot a bit in his direction. Look how clean it is. ]