WEEK ONE: WEDNESDAY EVENING, on the way to room 112...

[parodeity]

[ so pretty near curfew it should be easy for kaito to run into his youngest roommate kind of. storming in a way he normally does not? he looks frustrated and upset instead of pokerfaced for like two seconds before he notices kaito, does a double-take, and locks his expression down.

he raises a hand in a wave. it's his left hand, and his left pointer finger is wrapped an splinted, as is the right pinky on his other hand. why this? ]

Sup.

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[nowyouseeit]

[the relief returns to his expression]

Right.

Though I've gotta admit, as naive as it is, I'm still holding out hope that no one decides to get stabby with each other before Thursday night is over.

[parodeity]

I mean, bein' naive ain't all bad. My best bro's like that. I just...do not think I ever have been, really?

[ YOU'RE FOURTEEN ]

[nowyouseeit]

Been what? Naive?

[YEAH YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN HIM?? he feels himself becoming a dad already]

[parodeity]

Yeah, that. I mean...maybe when I was real small? Kinda don't remember it bein' a thing, though.

[ thanks bro strider ]