That'd what he'll say if he's ever asked how he managed to get hit directly in the face by a tennis ball. He'd been walking towards the courts, but his attention had been elsewhere.
It caught him in mid-step, which results in him losing his balance and falling over backward. And then he just lies there. Ogata Hyakunosuke is dead.
Or maybe he's just too embarrassed to get up and wishes he was.]
[Ogata groans softly, more out of Anaido and his words than the pain, though he does ache a bit from the fall.
He pushes himself up, refusing to look at Anaido. He certainly doesn't look too badly injured? No bleeding or anything. He mostly looks annoyed and embarassed.]
[In his current state, this actually gives Ogata pause. What a question. Why is he like this? Where to fucking begin. He seems caught out for a moment, wide-eyed, before he remembers his go-to answer.]
[Really, upon reflection, it's stupid that he agreed to help Anaido clean off. He made one offhand comment about the stink, and then when Anaido had asked for an extra hand, he'd said why not.
He still wished the so-called public bath had proper bath facilities because this would be a lot easier if that was the case. As it stands, he's instructed Anaido to sit on the floor of one of the shower stalls, door open, as he works shampoo into Anaido's hair, trying to loosen the dried blood from it. The nature of the shower means that he's getting a bit damp too, even with his jacket removed and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up.]
You know, if we had a razor we could just shave your head and save all this trouble.
[He was honestly a little surprised that Ogata agreed so readily to help him out. He seemed like the type to just scoff and tell him to do it himself, but...well, they're here now. Anaido has stripped down to just his pants, sitting cross-legged on the floor, as Ogata works with his matted mess of blue hair. The man might be able to feel something very new on his head - a large indent of a scar splitting his forehead and running through his right eyebrow, though it's well-healed as if its been there for years.]
[The attention is...nice, he has to admit, even though the water is cold running down his bare torso and soaking through his pants. His eyes are lidded as Ogata works, though at the statement, he just barks out a short, amused laugh.]
That's be quite the look, huh? [He's smirking to himself a little.] I think I'll pass on that, though.
[He hadn't really thought about it when he agreed. Normally he would have rejected it outright. Laughed in his face. Anaido is an adult, surely he can sort it out himself. But well, maybe he wasn't opposed to an excuse to talk to this weird man some more.
That said, the blood is really caked on here, it probably would have been difficult to get it all out on his own. Perhaps it's just as well.]
Oh? Perhaps I'm used to it. It's the standard cut for the army, after all. I grew mine out for the first time in years just a few months ago. [It's not entirely unpleasant, doing a physical task like this. Working up suds. Especially if he doesn't really think about the fact that it's Anaido's hair. He hums a moment.]
[Ogata has that kind of cut, already, though with those several strands of hair - he can see him now, hair cut so short as is the typical way of the army. Anaido's dull yellow eyes glance upward at Ogata, his tone a little amused.]
Maybe you should just shave half of my head. I could get a real cool punk look, you know.
Just shave half of it? Is that sort of style popular in your "modern" times? [Sure, collectively about half of his hair is buzzed, but he's imagining it all on one side. Which is a valid style now, but not when Ogata is from.]
You'd ruin it as soon as you opened your mouth, anyway. [You are not cool. He runs into s clot of blood, and tugs at the hair to break it up. If Anaido was hoping for gentle, painless treatment, well... He shouldn't have.]
[Here comes the brilliant detective, walking down to the imprisoned. But this time, unlike a story, this is not a situation where the rightful one has been captured, and justice will truly be served.]
[It rather leaves a bad taste in Anaido's mouth. He walks into the cabin, and approaches close to the jail cell, not even a lick of fear in his face that he might be too close to the cell of a man who could harm him just to get a shot at escaping his new role as a scapegoat.]
Ogata.
[He starts, stops.]
You know, I...never thought you were the one who did it.
[He's sitting on the floor, languidly leaning against the bars of his cell. That can't be comfortable.]
I got that impression. But I have to say, you aren't a very good detective. You didn't find the actual culprit. [Well he's back to being mean. But for some reason, his voice is barely above a whisper.]
[He doesn't have much to say to that. There really isn't much to be done about it now, so what does it matter. He had expected this outcome hours before the verdict had been passed. But he looks up at Anaido, observing him quietly for a long moment.]
You're a strange man, Anaido. I suppose it's a shame that I'll never get the chance to figure out how your brain works.
[His smile twists up to the side, those dark eyes glimmering. He opens his mouth, as if to say something, closes it, reconsidering, and then opens it again.]
That's a tough task, you know. The greatest mystery of all. Even I'm not aware of all the moving pieces. But I will give you a bit of a hint, perhaps.
[He makes his hands into that characteristic fingergun, but he points it at his forehead rather than at Ogata.]
[Of course he's going to search Ogata out. Of course he is. When he does, he just gives him a smile and a nod, though he has the feeling Ogata will just suplex him on the spot.]
[It'll take him a hot minute because Ogata is so glad to be able to GO OUTSIDE without having to use one of the portals... somehow it's just not the same. He's lurking around near the edge of the woods for some fucking reason. What a weird little cat.]
Is it? I don't think it really makes much difference whether I am or not. [At least he didn't attack him on sight?]
[Ogata scowls a little at the first comment but says nothing because he knows Anaido will say something about him being an idiot and that he can care about more than one person. The latter, though.]
I don't know. The snake seemed to only like a few of our presents. It might not be enough.
W0 DIEDAY
[TENNIS BALL RANDOMLY INCOMING]
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That'd what he'll say if he's ever asked how he managed to get hit directly in the face by a tennis ball. He'd been walking towards the courts, but his attention had been elsewhere.
It caught him in mid-step, which results in him losing his balance and falling over backward. And then he just lies there. Ogata Hyakunosuke is dead.
Or maybe he's just too embarrassed to get up and wishes he was.]
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[THAT. WASN'T WHAT HE WANTED TO HAVE HAPPENED.]
[Here comes Anaido, eyebrows creased in some concern.]
I thought you'd catch it! [YOU DIDN'T EVEN YELL??] Are you okay?
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He pushes himself up, refusing to look at Anaido. He certainly doesn't look too badly injured? No bleeding or anything. He mostly looks annoyed and embarassed.]
Don't talk to me.
[Hiss. Kitty angry.]
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I'm glad you're alright. [And a pause. Oh, is this a tennis racket in his hand? He's gesturing it at Ogata.] Want to play with me?
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W1 MONDAY EVENING, NEVER HAVE I EVER HELL
Anaido. I want a proper explanation.
[To WHAT, Ogata.]
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[THERE WAS A LOT OF THINGS NEEDING EXPLAINING]
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Why you're like this.
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[Oh, Ogata...]
Why are you like this, huh?
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I wasn't born right.
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W1 FRIDAY
He still wished the so-called public bath had proper bath facilities because this would be a lot easier if that was the case. As it stands, he's instructed Anaido to sit on the floor of one of the shower stalls, door open, as he works shampoo into Anaido's hair, trying to loosen the dried blood from it. The nature of the shower means that he's getting a bit damp too, even with his jacket removed and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up.]
You know, if we had a razor we could just shave your head and save all this trouble.
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[The attention is...nice, he has to admit, even though the water is cold running down his bare torso and soaking through his pants. His eyes are lidded as Ogata works, though at the statement, he just barks out a short, amused laugh.]
That's be quite the look, huh? [He's smirking to himself a little.] I think I'll pass on that, though.
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That said, the blood is really caked on here, it probably would have been difficult to get it all out on his own. Perhaps it's just as well.]
Oh? Perhaps I'm used to it. It's the standard cut for the army, after all. I grew mine out for the first time in years just a few months ago.
[It's not entirely unpleasant, doing a physical task like this. Working up suds. Especially if he doesn't really think about the fact that it's Anaido's hair. He hums a moment.]
I don't think it would suit you though, no.
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[Ogata has that kind of cut, already, though with those several strands of hair - he can see him now, hair cut so short as is the typical way of the army. Anaido's dull yellow eyes glance upward at Ogata, his tone a little amused.]
Maybe you should just shave half of my head. I could get a real cool punk look, you know.
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Just shave half of it? Is that sort of style popular in your "modern" times?
[Sure, collectively about half of his hair is buzzed, but he's imagining it all on one side. Which is a valid style now, but not when Ogata is from.]
You'd ruin it as soon as you opened your mouth, anyway.
[You are not cool. He runs into s clot of blood, and tugs at the hair to break it up. If Anaido was hoping for gentle, painless treatment, well... He shouldn't have.]
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w1 post trial I AM SO SAD CAITIE
[It rather leaves a bad taste in Anaido's mouth. He walks into the cabin, and approaches close to the jail cell, not even a lick of fear in his face that he might be too close to the cell of a man who could harm him just to get a shot at escaping his new role as a scapegoat.]
Ogata.
[He starts, stops.]
You know, I...never thought you were the one who did it.
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I got that impression. But I have to say, you aren't a very good detective. You didn't find the actual culprit.
[Well he's back to being mean. But for some reason, his voice is barely above a whisper.]
;_;
[He did his best, with the evidence presented. His smile is thin as he grasps one of the bars.]
Unfortunately...it seems a lot of people decided to judge you based on your curfew and your abilities. Its unfortunate.
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You're a strange man, Anaido. I suppose it's a shame that I'll never get the chance to figure out how your brain works.
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[Of course he is. Even he knows that.]
[His smile twists up to the side, those dark eyes glimmering. He opens his mouth, as if to say something, closes it, reconsidering, and then opens it again.]
That's a tough task, you know. The greatest mystery of all. Even I'm not aware of all the moving pieces. But I will give you a bit of a hint, perhaps.
[He makes his hands into that characteristic fingergun, but he points it at his forehead rather than at Ogata.]
There's a hole of sorts, in my head.
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...It's good you're back, Ogata.
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Is it? I don't think it really makes much difference whether I am or not.
[At least he didn't attack him on sight?]
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[He folds his arms, moving to lean against one of the tree trunks.]
So...think we'll be alive by tomorrow?
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I don't know. The snake seemed to only like a few of our presents. It might not be enough.
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[He lets out a chuckle.]
Isn't my first time dying in a simulation, though.
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