[ AUDIENCE: TAICHI YAGAMI ]

[dormheads]

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[goalsides]

If you say so. [he says, while he is still actively injured but it's fine.]

Do the others know you're yourself yet?

[inaccordant]

Yes.

[goalsides]

Good. [...] I kind of came by because I was hoping Riku was right and all four of you were lucid. Did you pass out and wake up as yourself, too?

[inaccordant]

[he begins walking towards the stairs, apparently expecting taichi to follow.]

Yes, that's basically what happened.

[goalsides]

[he's definitely going to follow, goodbye first floor.]

Wonder what's causing it. I mean we heard that vouchers help you guys come back to yourselves but was that really all there was to it?

[inaccordant]

[they are heading up to the third floor!]

I don't know of any other triggers.

[goalsides]

[...hugo room?? he does not say anything so he does not press his luck.]

As usual, the only time we actually get anything good is by accident.

[inaccordant]

Better than nothing, at least.

[as they enter: it's a studio room, sectioned into a mini kitchen, a bedroom area, and a bathroom. the room's done in the same style as the rest of the spring dorm.

maybe surprisingly, it's kind of a mess. the floor is littered with boxes—some closed, some still taped shut, and some open, revealing books and basics such as clothes—and piles of books, to the extent that you can roughly tell what paths hugo normally took through his room based on where you can walk unobstructed. there's not much else in the room otherwise, besides a bed, a desk, and a chair.

some of the piles of books have been knocked over, and somewhere on the floor is a photo frame that looks as though it was thrown there, with pieces of shattered glass by it and drops of blood and the photo spilled out.]

[goalsides]

Can't say I disagree. [entering the room, he lingers in the doorway and seems to be looking around, trying to take in what he's seeing.]

...still in the middle of unpacking? [a joke, but he does enter the room and moves like he's going to pick up the photo that's on the ground.] Might wanna clean up the glass, too.

[inaccordant]

[...

hugo just watches from where he stepped in.]

I'll get to it.

[goalsides]

[he will pick up the photo? sorry he's nosy.]

I believe you, but after everything that just happened this weekend I feel like it has to be said anyway.

[inaccordant]

[it's a photo of a boy who, at the time of the picture, probably looks around hugo's age. aside from the fact that he's smiling, he resembles hugo so much that they're clearly related. also, he's wearing a pocket watch that looks suspiciously like the one hanging from hugo's neck right now.]

There were bigger things to focus on.

[goalsides]

[...he's going to assume this is the brother, maybe, that chad had told him about that maybe hugo actually has. so he'll hold the photo out to him to take.]

I'm sorry about Molly by the way. Especially right after Sieghart. [like. yikes.]

[inaccordant]

[he ignores it.]

... It is what it is.

[goalsides]

[he rolls his eyes and puts it on a nearby box.]

That doesn't mean you can't be upset about it and I can't be mad about it, you know. Especially when we actually caught his killer.

[inaccordant]

[please taichi he threw the frame to the floor for a reason]

You're allowed to feel whatever you want.

[goalsides]

[listen he walked in and shit was knocked over, he assumed hugo ran into it :unamused:]

I don't think that's actually correct, but I get what you're saying. [...] How do you do it, man?

[inaccordant]

Do what?

[goalsides]

Just...give off the impression you're calm, I guess.

[inaccordant]

[...]

It's not necessarily something to strive towards.

[goalsides]

Maybe not, but...[he doesn't exactly have an argument.] Let's just say I'm just wondering.

[inaccordant]

[he's silent for a bit.]

... Controlling what you showed others was important for me to pick up. It's not really something I do, at this point.

[as so much as it is just part of how he is—a habit so ingrained that he doesn't know if he'd be able to emote the way others do, even if he wanted to.]

[goalsides]

...does that bother you? [and then, quickly:] The truth. None of that "it doesn't matter" shit, I'm tired of people not saying things at this point.

[he says, hypocritically.]

[inaccordant]

It doesn't.

[it's not like he's known anything else.]

[goalsides]

[he hums a little curiously.]

...I've been trying to be better because I think we have enough people here who have a hard time not showing their emotions at times. But it's also making people mad, I think.