[CONTINUE + 4] Week 1 || Act: mingle

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Monday comes onto the snowy town once more, though it still looks as if it's 'night' as ever.

Then again, you are underground. That's just to be expected, considering no natural light can get down here in the first place. The Monsters around you are just as friendly as ever, though now there's far, far less of them.

Is time running out for the mission? How many more loops do you have?

...You feel as if something is watching you when you're not looking.

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[homeecspacecop]

Sorry, I was looking for someone else. [But, if he's here...]

Are you doing okay? There's a lot of weird stuff going on and you're not around very much.

[ugly_split_ends]

You suuure? Maybe you just weren't looking in the right places. Hee hee hee.

What, you were here to see Miss Raincloud?

[homeecspacecop]

We got in a fight at the trial. [Over... stupid things.]

Should I leave her a note, or just come by later?

[ugly_split_ends]

Nah, it's fine... just wait right there.

[She'll step away from the door... does he peek in to watch what she does, just wait, or anything else?]

[homeecspacecop]

[Drew wants to see what she does.]

No! We're not peeping!

[ugly_split_ends]

[There's a small little sneeze, and then a few seconds later, Fukawa comes to the door.]

W-What do you want? --Oh, it's you.

[homeecspacecop]

[Drew wants to do that.]

Do what?

[Switch like she does! But Drew doesn't think we can do that yet.]

... do you want to work on it?

[And then here she is...]

Oh-- hi.

[ugly_split_ends]

... Oh, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting.

[homeecspacecop]

You're not interrupting, we're always like this.

Were we interrupting something?

[ugly_split_ends]

I don't know. But you might as well come in.

[She'll step aside to give him a path. Dare he enter... Fukawa's room?!?!!?]

[homeecspacecop]

[We're going into a girl's room, Chuuta!]

I know that! [He hisses at Drew, with a little shooing motion like he's trying to chase off someone standing beside him.

Please ignore his red cheeks, Fukawa. He gives a little bit of a bow, mostly embarrassed.]

Thank you.

[ugly_split_ends]

[Fukawa's room is messy with a capital 'm'. The furniture and parts of the floor are covered with paper: loose, notebooks, clipped, etc. To the point there's just some paths so they can walk. The walls also have a ton of pages affixed to them with tape. If he looks closely he can sees they're all creative writing projects by Fukawa. The ones on the wall are marked and in the process of being edited with notes like: "too many commas," "Too many adverbs," "inconsistent description," "wrong tense," "not atmospheric enough," etc.

Meanwhile, there's dirty laundry strewn about here and there, haphazardly dropped to the floor.

One rare relatively clean spot is a space on the table for a diffuser which is emitting a strong scent of pine and covering up any other bad smells in the room, of which there would probably be many if it weren't there.

The only place openly left to sit is on the bed, or he can move some paper off a chair.]

...Mess up the order of the papers and die.

[homeecspacecop]

[A hoarder, Chuuta! She's a hoarder who thinks perfume will make things not stink!]

That's rude!

[There is no way he's going to touch any of those papers now, and he's absolutely not sitting on the bed. So Chuuta's standing, and looking around.]

I didn't realize you wrote this much.

[ugly_split_ends]

O-Of course I do. I'm the Ultimate Writing Prodigy. This is what I do.

[She shuts the door and heads over to sit down.]

Is your other-voice making rude comments? T-That's fine. I'm u-used to it.

[homeecspacecop]

H-he has a really sensitive nose, and he, um, doesn't like the diffuser. [IN A GIRLS ROOM?? SHE SHUT THE DOOR??]

What kinds of things do you like to write?

[ugly_split_ends]

[And there's her dirty laundry, RIGHT THERE.]

I write everything. Novels, novellas, novelettes, short stories, poems...

If you mean the genre, I write romance stories first and foremost.

[homeecspacecop]

[He's going to die?? You can't just. Leave underwear lying around???]

Um... romance, or... you know? [Is he standing in a room full of smut right now.]

[ugly_split_ends]

...Or what?

[Watches his eyes, suspiciously!]

[homeecspacecop]

[He was absolutely already accidentally looking at underwear. He's not now!! He's deliberately looking away. He's trying to have a normal conversation and not come off like some kind of pervert who looks at underwear when it's right there on a pile of laundry.]

Well... wh-what's the... rating?

[ugly_split_ends]

...Rating? The critics and public love my work, and I'm consistently on the best-sellers list. Not that I'm focused on that... I just aim for quality works.

[She misses it, then.]

[homeecspacecop]

Really? [That sounds like real books not smut fics.]

I'd love to read something you've written sometime.

[ugly_split_ends]

...What for? You're a guy. You actually read romance stories? Or are you just trying to sound nice?

[homeecspacecop]

... I'm a guy who likes cooking and sewing and other guys. Are you really surprised I'd read a romance novel? [Not that he usually does, but still...]

[ugly_split_ends]

Hm... seriously? Well, in that case...

[A pause, as she considers.]

...Wait, your inner-voice is going to be reading it too, then?

[homeecspacecop]

Drew always reads what I read. He's got a better memory than I do.