[She'll find him..... sorting through his closet. Natsuno's closet, probably, but it's doubled in size since Friday and there are a lot more varied fashions in there now. Some may even look familiar to Ann, and also it just runs the gamut of the sexes.
Otherwise, the room still looks oddly lived in, probably because Anon claimed it almost immediately. His sword is there, the big round plush of his trial form, and other little touches that reveal how much he's in fact moved the heck in.
[He doesn't quite say comforting, but judging by how much he's settled in and the easy way he moves around the space that comes across anyway.
He pauses his rummaging, though, looking from Ann to the designated uniform and back again. There's a half-grin. It's become somewhat rare in the last couple of days.]
Aha, I could kind of guess why my closet was like this, but I haven't been able to match everyone up yet.
Yeah, but... I wasn't worried about the trial. I was worried about you. Regardless of if you were honest then or not, pain, something like that... it tends to stick around, at least for a little bit, you know?
His shoulders have been a little slumped, mostly, but that's the general low-energy thing. Otherwise there's not really movement. It's still kind of an unnatural stillness for him.]
I've been told that a lot since I came here. I wonder why?
Because there's a lot here that fails to meet our expectations, isn't there? I thought Koide-kun would make it to the end. While he was difficult, I didn't think he was harmful to anyone.
That was the stupid part. Expecting it to last forever.
[There's a small shrug from him. There's almost something like amusement in his voice now.]
And everyone underestimates Koide. He's good at that. I should have asked Syaoran how much those bruises hurt, but I don't think he could have told me at that point.
Hmm. The Furniture is going to be around, isn't it?
[He actually seems pretty casual about that, and maybe that's just part and parcel of his nature.]
Wow, he is going to hate that. [...] They have to do something with the Pieces at the end of the Game, anyway. That's the important part. Besides, if we don't end this Game on our terms, we'll just all die. So it's fine.
[He actually jumps a little when she hugs him -- doesn't pull away but doesn't reciprocate either, though he does try to glance over his shoulder with a look that's mostly like what, what are you doing. He is not a pompom at this point and so it's definitely weird.
Like you'd expect him to be the touchy-feely sort given his usual attitude but he's somehow not so much.]
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Otherwise, the room still looks oddly lived in, probably because Anon claimed it almost immediately. His sword is there, the big round plush of his trial form, and other little touches that reveal how much he's in fact moved the heck in.
He looks up and tilts his head at her.]
Hmm?
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[she pauses]
... Is that my school uniform?
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[He doesn't quite say comforting, but judging by how much he's settled in and the easy way he moves around the space that comes across anyway.
He pauses his rummaging, though, looking from Ann to the designated uniform and back again. There's a half-grin. It's become somewhat rare in the last couple of days.]
Aha, I could kind of guess why my closet was like this, but I haven't been able to match everyone up yet.
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I don't really want to dress like I'm going to school, so you know what? Keep it. Wear it, if you want, even.
[she sits down lightly on the bid, looking at him.]
You know... I definitely underrated how dangerous you were.
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[For some reason, his voice gets quieter when he says that.
After a moment he seems to drum up some energy again, though it's still much lower than you'd usually expect from him.
He doesn't look back at Ann, continuing to arrange the rather messy closet.]
Hmm, I'm surprised people are still visiting. Maybe you're all just kind of stupid?
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Maybe. I'm pretty sure I'm one of the dumbest people here, so why not.
But I've never felt threatened by you. And... I worried.
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[He seems to mean that, even if his heart isn't quite in it at the moment.
His movements slow down a little as he seems to absorb the rest, though there's no other visible reaction with his back to her.]
It's not like fear is a bad thing. It helps people survive. [that's kind of a non-sequitur, huh?] What are you worried about, then?
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[she wants to focus on one thing at a time.]
You've always been straightforward and honest... and this whole thing feels like neither.
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[Speaking of neither straightforward nor honest... Well.
It's somewhat similar to certain parts of trial. Perhaps he believes what he's saying, at the end of the day, and that's the important part.]
I think I was pretty honest today. There's no point in really hiding much here.
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... I was stupid, too. But it's fine.
I got what I wanted, and I'm not going to give up. You can fight through any kind of pain if you just remove the source.
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[but she looks at him, observing for a moment.]
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His shoulders have been a little slumped, mostly, but that's the general low-energy thing. Otherwise there's not really movement. It's still kind of an unnatural stillness for him.]
I've been told that a lot since I came here. I wonder why?
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But he's still gone.
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[There's a small shrug from him. There's almost something like amusement in his voice now.]
And everyone underestimates Koide. He's good at that. I should have asked Syaoran how much those bruises hurt, but I don't think he could have told me at that point.
[He's. Still using the present tense.]
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Anon... Koide isn't around anymore to be underestimated. Not unless we end this game on our terms.
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[He actually seems pretty casual about that, and maybe that's just part and parcel of his nature.]
Wow, he is going to hate that. [...] They have to do something with the Pieces at the end of the Game, anyway. That's the important part. Besides, if we don't end this Game on our terms, we'll just all die. So it's fine.
[Is it fine......]
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I don't care if you think this is stupid.
[and then she... hugs him?]
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[He actually jumps a little when she hugs him -- doesn't pull away but doesn't reciprocate either, though he does try to glance over his shoulder with a look that's mostly like what, what are you doing. He is not a pompom at this point and so it's definitely weird.
Like you'd expect him to be the touchy-feely sort given his usual attitude but he's somehow not so much.]
Okay...
[All the same, he seems to be indulging her.]