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Refusing to go to school and without a job to speak of, Oowada spent a lot of his time tooling around the flower shop with Fujisaki. He watched the other fuss and fawn over his arrangement from behind one of the shelves, not staring oh no. The slightest peek in his direction from his former classmate had him busying himself with the array of hoses lined up in the aisle.

When beckoned, he shoved his hands in his pockets and meandered over, taking a moment to eye up the display as if he hadn’t been watching it for the past half hour. “Looks fine to me,” he shrugged, reaching down to nudge a few discarded peonies closer to the vase despite himself.

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【 ⑉⑈⑇⑈ 】Though perhaps a longer time than predicated by the shorter of the violets, Fujisaki was still having some trouble with this floral arrangement. Every second was a waste, every nudge wrong, the colors and heights off. Twice or three times he stepped back and hummed discontentedly, before his hands disappeared into the compliments again. 

     ❝ Hrmm … Oowada-kun ? Could you come here and tell me how this looks ? Please ? ❞

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Going back to school wasn’t an appealing thought for the biker. Here there were no crazy diamonds to prove himself to, no mother to try and impress. He’d seen a few of his classmates around but not once had the subject of schooling come up. Eventually he’d have to get a job, but for now hanging around the flower shop with Fujisaki or wandering the city of new faces was plenty enough for him.

Catching sight of the one classmate who was sure to bring up his education, Mondo tried to round a corner. Despite the countless times he’d been sent to detention as a result of the Ishimaru’s write-ups, Mondo couldn’t bring himself to dislike the guy. Nevertheless he was too late, and soon enough the prefect was upon him, no doubt to confirm his enrollment status. 

“’Kyoudai’? Are you feelin’ okay, man?” There was a confused knit to the biker’s brow. He hardly expected Ishimaru to be happy to see him, let alone the speechless awe he had as he stared up at him.

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Another day of patrolling this city. Honestly, it would be so much better for the young hall monitor to not have to wake up and do this every time. He had his own responsibilities, such as getting down to business with his education. Despite their being a school here that he has to see for himself, Ishimaru felt that he had yet to meet the proper requirements. After the events he remembered… he must have missed a good few days of school. Not to mention the last emotional trauma he had gone through before… well, that’s a memory he rather not share with others.

Making it to sector six, Ishimaru had began walking around, seeing that everything was in order. Good for the good citizens of this city. Ishimaru was to continue before a certain figure caught his attention. It made the Perfect stop in place, seeing the familiar figure of his dear Kyoudai. Could it…really be the same one?

Ishimaru quickly approached the taller man, almost speechless before uttering a familiar word. “K-Kyoudai…?”

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“Hm?” The man’s voice shook the teen from the slight daze he’d drifted into. Between the eclectic aesthetic of his classmates and the colorful cast of characters he’d met since arriving in the city, the blonde’s outlandish appearance wasn’t new to him. If he remembered correctly, he’d seen the man before - talking to some girl like he was from one of those sappy romance movies. Something about him, be it his build or the way he got that girl to hang off his every word, reminded Mondo of a ghost of his indeed. “'Scuze me, but I figure you’re used to being stared at around here.”

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❝ You look like you’ve seen a ghost. ❞ There’s a tinge of exasperation in his voice, although the slight scowl on his face is way more telling than the tone he uses to approach the other.  It wouldn’t be the first nor the last time someone in this city eyes him in such a manner anyway, most probably because of his rather gaudy appearance. But in all honesty, he hopes that stare isn’t actually directed at him because, really, this guy looks quite flashy as well.

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Oddly enough, the biker was getting used to being gawked at by children. He didn’t know why, but the city seemed to be crawling with them. It seemed so unfair, taking someone so young and ripping them from the world they belonged in.  Clearing his throat, Mondo stared down at the other with a stern look. “Can I help you, kid?”

is that real?

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“……”

He seems perplexed by Mondo’s hair. It looks sort of like corn, but…people can’t have corn for hair, right? That’d be weird. A wig then? Or is it actually real? How much hair gel does he use? And why a pompadour? 

There’s no end to a child’s curiosity, it seems.

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//I think I can get a few posts in this event before it ends! Like for a short starter, and message me if you wanna plot out something long-term!

Capping at 2.

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Hi everyone! Sorry for the long absence, and all the ball threads that have come to an abrupt end. Y’all know how it goes, I just got a bit busy and dipped off for a while. But I’m back now! And I’ll make a starter call in a moment. 

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♋

Send me ♋ and I'll compare our muses.

ｂａｓｉｃｓ:

WHO OF US IS:

Older? yours/mineTaller? yours/mineRicher? yours/mineNeater? yours/mineNicer? yours/mineSmarter? yours/mineFunnier? yours/mine

ａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ:

Who is a better friend? yours/mine/ ???Who lies the most? yours/mineWho swears the most? yours/MIIIINEEEEEWho reads more? yours/mineWho is more creative? yours/mine/huh. idk?Who is more troubled? yours/mine/yikes idk?Who has better morals? YOOOOUUUURRRRSSS/mine

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Send me ♋ and I'll compare our muses.

ｂａｓｉｃｓ:

WHO OF US IS:

Older? yours/mine Taller? yours/mine Richer? yours/mine Neater? yours/mine Nicer? yours/mine Smarter? yours/mine Funnier? yours/mine

ａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ:

Who is a better friend? yours/mine Who lies the most? yours/mine Who swears the most? yours/mine Who reads more? yours/mine Who is more creative? yours/mine Who is more troubled? yours/mine Who has better morals? yours/mine

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Mondo glanced down at himself, her compliment making eye contact difficult. He couldn’t have imagined the sight either - the last suit he wore a suit must have been as a child. 

“Fujisaki and Enoshima, yeah. I seen others around too but what are you s’posed to say, y’know?” He shrugged a bit. He didn’t know what the hell was going on that made talking to her so much easier for him, but it was nice. “I’ve only been here a couple days though. Guess I’m lucky to turn up right before a party.”

It’s a bit strange, she admits, seeing everyone adorned in formal attire; even back home, Sayaka’s accustomed to seeing her fellow Hope’s Peak students in completely different outfits compared to one another. In particular, this person is a rare sight when combined with a vest and tie. 

“Good evening, Oowada-kun.” His greeting is met with one of her own, and followed by a quiet laugh. “And thank you. I wouldn’t have been able to imagine you wearing something like this before, but you look good as well!” A glance is cast around them before she continues. “I think I saw a familiar face or two around when I came in… it seems like more and more keep popping up around the city.” Lips curve into a smile. “Have you talked to any of the others yet?”

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Oowada listened with a knit brow, struggling to understand what the other was getting at. As far as he could see, Fujisaki played a huge part in entertaining the guests - the flowers were a huge part of the entertainment! 

His narrow mind made it hard to realize or recognize the struggles of introversion, saw no connection between the size of the crowd and Fujisaki’s subsequent hesitation. He hated to see him disappointed, though. “Whaddya mean, giving yer all?” he asked, looking inside towards the crowd. 

“S’there something you wanna do? Did ya eat? Have ya danced?”

【 ⑉⑈⑇⑈ 】Fujisaki opened his stance more, facing Oowada rather than glancing at him from over the shoulder. He didn’t have to be so cautious around a dear friend; his speech alone, snipped of their mousy lace, shed a light most friendly and familiar to the biker.

     ❝ Ehehe. Thank you. That makes me really happy to hear, ❞ he said, his smile panning to card his delight in the flower beds besides them. ❝ It makes me so happy we could make a scene perfect for this night. I just wish … well, I’d like to be less tense around so many people. ❞

     He returned his gaze to Oowada, his head on a tilt. ❝ You’ve seen inside, right ? How many people are in this city. Granted a good amount didn’t show, but … ah, I guess it’s just … ❞ His hands folded on the marge of his dress’s waistline. ❝ It’s a lot. I feel like I should be in part of entertaining everyone. I-I was really … excited for today, and now … I don’t think I’m giving my all. It’s not what I hoped. ❞ 

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A scoff left the delinquent’s lips, and he crossed his arms. “Me? No way, kid! I’m a biker, ya know, I’d be a joke toolin’ around with a helmet.” Of course, it only occurred to him after he spoke that he was dealing with someone much younger than himself. 

“Er... but I been doin’ it for years, so I’m just that good! Anyways, uh... Yer the first person with ears like that I’ve seen. Are you... y’know. The only person from wherever yer from?”

💔 ━ That bright grin had Ritsuka smiling and nodding in agreement. It was good to take pride in your own appearance.

“Ah, it stays even when you’re on your bike?”

“But… shouldn’t you be wearing a helmet?”

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Watching Fujisaki talk about his little garden was just so fucking cute. Oowada figured the other didn’t like to be called that, not that he had the guts to say it even if he did. “You never said anything that, you shoulda told me!” Anyone else would have gotten a "You dumbass/fuckhead/etc,” tacked on there but not Fujisaki, no. Not even as a joke.

Leaning back aways, he looked over his dolled-up friend. He'd been wondered if there was a disparity in their memories of each other. Was this Fujisaki plucked from the same year in school as he was? Did he remember any of the times they ate lunch together, or the times he scolded Oowada for sleeping in class? Most of all, did he remember when he shared his most secret of secrets? The time alone in his room gave the caged biker much too much time to think about these things, pondering them late into the night until the pulsing behind his eyes and between his ears was too much to bear. 

“I’m glad you found a job you really like then,” he added, glancing around at the flowers. “You’re damn good at it too. Not sure when I’ll ever need some flowers but if I do I’ll come right to you.”

【 ⑉⑈⑇⑈ 】Fujisaki had idled well enough in the air of buttercups and daffodils. His dress resonated with the greening of his and others’ labors, its swell of flourishing frills like the curls of his personal petals. He so wished he could mind himself here instead of there, where feet shuffled and popped, people laughing before they knew what was funny.

     About to blow another gust of stress from his chest, he was interrupted by a timely Oowada. His sights flicked to him, and he smiled, genuinely.

     ❝ There you are, Oowada-kun … I’m glad you could make it. ❞ Then there was the words of his entrance to adjust himself to. ❝ You didn’t ? Hmm, ❞ he said, tapping his chin absent-mindedly. It was his eyes to scroll their visage first, before his head complied in direction. ❝ I’ve always liked it. It just wasn’t something as … prominent as my programming. B-Back at school, I liked going up to the botanical garden on the top floor. I had a patch of my own … ❞ 

     He felt as though he should explain why his current profession in this Hive wasn’t in programming– but he decided to linger on his words. He didn’t want to be a babbler on the subject. ❝ Thank you … though … ❞

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The biker was still getting used to the whole “formal” thing. He wasn’t really one to dress up, but seeing everyone else to the nines was kind of a treat. Especially those he recognized from home, even if they hadn’t been too close. “Oi, Maizono! I didn’t know you were here too,” he glanced down. “I-- you. Look nice.”