| ashsnake said: :* (hope I'm not too late!) |
( at the sudden peck, the luckster was again struck silent, his face glowing with red and– he seemed nervous, afterward, for he wouldn’t look at cori either. )  … |
Cori, I’m in your Chemistry class. This is actually pretty cool, I haven’t worn cat ears since a school dance in junior high. Now that was fun! [Cori giggled bounced on the balls of her feet]
ah, of course! that explains my feeling of deja vu.
( nagito nodded lightly, his hands diving into his pockets. )
i’ve heard that school dances are fun, but, then again, i’ve never been…
?:
[Cori smiled, took the cat ears from Komaeda, and put them on] Meow.
…
( oh. well. the ears certainly matched her hair, and since the pair nagito owned to put on his friends was specially crafted, they almost looked real. )
they look nice on you, miss… miss–?
| ashsnake said: Ko I say this with love, why the sudden obsession with cat ears? |
 it’s not an obsession– i just… have a great fondness for them. that’s all. |
ashsnake:
Ohhhh, you perfect child! Lets go find him then, does where we are look familiar? [The girl held him close and smoothed the boy’s hair off his forehead and rubbed his back in a comforting way]
( nagito giggled, liking the feeling of being held by her. she was warm, and it was comforting. )
w– well, i’ve only heard of th– this place once! k– kib… kibou… gamine?
( his brows then furrowed slightly as he tried to think. jeez. that was a big word. )
i think… my daddy would b– be in the office, if h– he was looking for me. he’d talk t– to the big person in charge!
| ashsnake said: Cmon sweetie, lets go find your daddy. [The girl lifted him up, holding him in her arms] do you know where he is? |
( the boy let out a small noise of surprise at the sudden action– he wasn’t picked up too often. )  a– ah… no… i just w– woke up in here l– like this… i’m not sure i– if he’s here. i– i hope he didn’t leave me alone… ( his voice was quiet and fearful, and he shivered. ) |
| ashsnake said: Aww sweetie its okay. |
 b– but… if daddy finds out, i might get in trouble…! i don’t l– like it when i’m in trouble! ( a whimper sounds from the boy, now sitting down and curled up into a tiny ball. ) |
