Danganronpa: String Theory (DrV3)

4.2 - Mechanical Emotions 101

A/N: The above art is my own work and for my own use only!

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"...Hey, again. So...I needed someone to talk to, and honestly no one else really ever seems to want to listen, so who better to talk to than you?"

"Not that it's very fulfilling, for obvious reasons. No offense. You get what I mean though, right?"

I nod in response. It's involuntary for the most part though. They usually nod and smile whenever things like this happen, right?

"Good! I'm glad! So...I've been having this feeling that I'm not being true to myself. It's nothing super serious or anything, but I've noticed that the way people treat me makes me uncomfortable. And I don't exactly know how to tell them without confusing them. Actually, I honestly don't really know how to tell them when it's something outside of their understanding."

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"I feel like you'd understand the best. Because you're different too, I mean. Even if we're different in our own specific ways."

I smile in response. Because that's what I'm supposed to do in this situation.

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",,,Let's get out of here together then. Right now."

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"...Ann goh wherh..." I mumble in my sleep, only to slowly realize I was dreaming. Although I'm still half asleep, I replay the dream in my head a few times. Once I've decided I probably won't forget it, I wiggle around and shove my head under a heavy arm so it rests against my cheekbone comfortably. It's warm with a weight that is less uncomfortable and gives a feeling of security as I go still and relax.

The owner of the arm doesn't react, allowing me to snooze for just a little more before I decide to open my eyes to see I've shoved myself under the bend of Rantaro's arm. He's still fast asleep, although he's removed that striped sweatshirt of his in favor of sleeping in his tank top and a loose pair of plaid red and black pants.

I guess he got uncomfortable in his clothing? I wonder when he left...at least he's not sloppily sleeping on top of the blankets like he was when we first dove in for a snooze.

I shift to get out from under his heavy arm and sit up with a sigh as I rub my eyes. Rantaro's probably not waking up anytime soon by the look of his state, sleeping belly up on the bed next to me without a care in the world. I'm not interested in napping anymore even if he does look incredibly comfortable.

...I still need to look over those Monokub blueprints. I need to get those bombs out of the bears.

With a yawn, I turn to give my room a glance and climb out of bed carefully. Where did I leave that bag of blueprints and tools? I'm pretty sure I won't finish examining those blueprints by the time he wakes up, but I might as well use the free time to get a head start. Rantaro will eventually wake up and we can finally talk, but for now there's no rush.

...Or I guess I can be a little cruel and try waking him up now. We fell asleep in the late afternoon, didn't we? If we keep sleeping, we'll end up being unable to sleep when it's night.

I glance down at the volatile kidwatch around my wrist and hum in interest. It's already a little past nine pm, we must have slept nearly four hours by the looks of it...okay, so maybe he's already headed for bed and that's probably why he's in pajamas. Still, it's plenty enough time for Rantaro to wake up now! If I'm staying up all night, he should stay up with me too!