Chapter 2: (Ab)Normal Days

[iruy]

[...Well, that was fun.]





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[misspell]

[Violet's been keeping to herself lately. The deaths of her fellow classmates have really taken a toll on her. She would like to talk to someone about it, but she's also scared. So at random points of the day, one might hear a sad clarinet solo wailing from her room...but that's another story.

The picture, of course, is her childhood friend that she's been pining after for a while...and damn, she's worried now. She opens the door a crack at random moments and will call people to talk to her whenever she sees someone pass by.]

H-hey! You! Yeah, you!

uhn

[(Anonymous)]

Uh?

[he was just on his way to the cafeteria for an extremely late breakfast, freshly showered and dressed in clean, unbloody clothes]

Wh-what is the matter?

[misspell]

[She holds up the photograph. Hers happens to be of a punk-ish looking guy.]

Didja get one of these too?

uhn

[(Anonymous)]

[blinks, then nods hesitantly]

I-- I think all of us got one.

[his stomach growls]

[misspell]

Huh. Really? That's...pretty sketch. You th-think the creeper in charge here would actually know where they are--

Somebody's hungry! I-I'm kinda lookin' for a cookin' too. Want me to go with you? [She's still not budging from that door as long as he doesn't say so, though.]

uhn

[(Anonymous)]

[nods again]

Yes, if you'd like to.

[waits for her to come out and lock her room]

I-- I also don't know how he knows who everybody likes most... I mean, if everybody had his or her parents on the photo, maybe, but...

[that definitely wouldn't have startled him half as much]

Is the boy your brother?

uhn, cont.

[(Anonymous)]

How..? We just use this.

[grabs the dishwashing liquid and squirts some into the water, then holds out his hands for her dishes]

How do you do it at home?

[misspell]

[Yeah, she's just gonna let you take care of that.]

Uh, for me? Well, uh....the servants....just do it....

[(Anonymous)]

[looks at her in surprise as he gets to work]

You have servants?

[misspell]

[Going to helplessly look on.]

That's what I just said, yo.

uhn

[(Anonymous)]

[just acknowledges that and goes on cleaning the dishes in silence]

[after a few minutes he is done, dries them and puts them back in the cupboard]

Do you really want to come with me? It will not be interesting...

uhn, cont.

[(Anonymous)]

[keeps staring]

[he can't remember looking into someone's eyes up close for this long before - well, their murderous classmate stared back at him, too...]

[frowns as he remembers how nice she was to him]

[... her eyes and these have completely different colours, he'll just try to concentrate on that]

Re: uhn, cont.

[misspell]

[Huh, she sees his face scrunch up a little. She raises an eyebrow in return, looking like she wants to ask something...but nah, she'll just keep staring for now.]

uhn

[(Anonymous)]

[keeps staring back]

[she is pretty, right? he has trouble telling pretty and ugly people apart, but she has clear skin and a small nose and she isn't dirty]

[misspell]

[SHE BE SQUINTING HER EYES AT YOU, YAKAKKA...it almost looks like she's trying to do some sort of telepathy with you. If you could read her thoughts, it's probably about you needing some acne cream.

And of course she's pretty, hdu. She worked to look this way.]

uhn

[(Anonymous)]

[if she could read his mind she would see that he has no idea how to figure other people out, no matter how much he tries to stare into them]

[observes her eyelashes and the details of her irises]

uhn, cont.

[(Anonymous)]

[sits down on her bed, wondering if he will be handsome once she is done with him]

[not that it really matters, but... he does have a snoubenka now]

[though said snoubenka didn't seem to mind his looks in the least when she declared him her husband]

[misspell]

Okay. So!

[She pulls out a little container.]

You know what this is? It's some, uh...some sick-ass acne cream. Some of it's used up already, b-b-but that's only 'cause I-I help people like you! I-it's not like I need it or anything!

[COUGH.]

Aaaaanyways. Usually you wanna apply this stuff a few times a day! You know, after you wash your face and stuff.

[...You do wash your face, right?]

uhn

[(Anonymous)]

[he does]

[the only exception is when he got caught in the rain - why bother washing again at home? -, but that's unlikely to happen in this school]

But... if I need it so often, then it is hopeless to try. Isn't it? Because Yuri will surely not bring us a new one when this one is empty.

[misspell]

I-I'll bring you another one! I have so much shit I packed, m-man! I was afraid they wouldn't have this product here...

'Sides, there is no excuse for not taking care of yourself! [She waves a finger in front of your face like a mom scolding you.]

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, alright. Do I just put it on my face like sun-blocking cream?

[reaches for the little container]

uhn, cont.

[(Anonymous)]

I should..? I still feel like always.

[whatever that means since he got to this school]

But okay, I will leave it on. Thank you. Can I take it and the washing lotion with me?

[misspell]

But come on, I just gave you something that'll...that'll turn that frown upside down, yo. Why can't you feel happy?

[She hands you the lotion.]

Anyways, here you go. You're gonna be so swank after using these for a while!

[Of course right now it looks like birds pooped all over you.]

uhn

[(Anonymous)]

Swank...

[not going to ask]

I am thankful to you. It is just hard to be happy because of all the bad things that have happened.

[misspell]

I know, I know... [sighs.] Still, I would like some, like...appreciation, you know? I like making people happy 'cause it's fun. So even here...