I can't sit here anymore. I wanna hug him!
My heart is on the brink of bursting with delight as I leap into him, wrapping my arms tightly around Rantaro to make sure he can't leave me again. All the apologies I want to tell him, all my faults I've acknowledged and want to work on...
"...Wow, that happy to see me, Prairie Dog?" A voice dryly asks.
Eh? "Prairie Dog"...?
Opening my eyes, I come to the slow realization I'd been dreaming. Rantaro and I are not having a nice picnic together on a tropical island. Rantaro did not paint my nails or do my hair.
Oh right. I'm still in the killing game...it was just a meaningless dream.
Wait. Then who am I hugging...?
Replaying what I heard before, I blink my eyes and look up to see Kokichi. It's not a dream or my imagination, sadly. I really just jumped into Kokichi Oma's arms.
"WHAT?!" I exclaim, narrowing my blue orbs on him before realizing I'm still in bed. In fact, I'm still laying down.
And so is Kokichi.
I squeak in pure horror, jumping back and recoiling my arms and legs from him like a violated octopus as he sits up and stretches out. With a small crack of his back and a sleepy grunt, he lays back down on his side and casts me a somewhat irritated look. He sure has some nerve, all things considered! Isn't he in my hotel room?!
"W-What are you even doing here? I thought you left!" I complain, pulling the blankets further over myself since I'm wearing my usual small pajamas from my room. I found them near the bottom of the Prairie Care Package (as Kokichi put it), although I had considered putting on the stupid lingerie since I didn't want to already get my outfit (as white as it's been dyed) all sweaty from sleep. "You marched out of here all, 'oh, I'm not babysitting you!'"
...
Kokichi just stares at my face longer, clearly exasperated for some reason. I don't know why he's not answering me or why he's looking at me like that...was he sleeping and grumpy now because I woke him up?
"I'm not talking to you," he says, turning to lay where he gives me his back. It's only then that I notice his neck is bare, making me glance at the checkered bandanna, shoes, monopad, and kubz pad he's left on one of the chairs in the sitting area to the side of the room.
How long has he been in here...? No, never mind that. What is he mad at me for? This can't really be about waking him up, right? He's not that sensitive, no way. I didn't do anything to him! I let him mess with my stupid hair before he left and everything!
...
Oh, whatever. If he wants to be mad and invade my room, fine. I'm sure not staying with cranky-pants though.
"Okay, fine. Enjoy the bed, now you can stretch all across it. I'll be in the other roo-" I start to say, crawling from out under the covers and towards the end of the bed only to yelp when Kokichi grabs my arm and yoinks me back into him suddenly. Shocked, I flail a little and look back. He's much too close for comfort! "H-Hey!"
"I'm just lying, Prairie Dog~! Nee-hee-hee, you're so cute when you're upset," he brightly comments with a smile, prompting a scowl on my end.
"Um, you're lying now. I don't know what's your problem, but I don't want to be a part of it, Leech Face," I snark moodily, struggling to get him to loosen his hold around me. Every time I get one arm free, he just goes and collects it back under his own arms. "Excuse me! I'm trying to LEAVE here? You've made it clear my presence is unwelcome, so I'm doing you a favor to fix the matter!"
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Danganronpa: String Theory (DrV3)
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3.15 - Unfolding A Mystery
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