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superordinary) wrote2013-10-15 12:04 am
superordinary) wrote2013-10-15 12:04 am
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4th rebuttal; text/action for the dangan house
[ Last time was Detention with Alter Ego, tonight is the garbage room. Taiki is there with him for company, but every last scrap of food they manage to find is completely rotten and there's no way to know what's safe to drink and what isn't. He can't tell how long he's in there but it feels like days.
Eventually, the hunger becomes too overwhelming and before he realizes what he's doing, his body moving seemingly on its own, he's grabbing an iron pipe from the remnants of the space rocket and lunges toward the Arcafoodfoodfoodfoodfoodnine--
And suddenly Naegi is back in his bed in Goldenrod City, cold and drenched in sweat and the dream still fresh (too fresh) in his mind. He heaves a sigh of relief when he sees his Arcanine fast asleep on the floor next to the bed and he reaches out to scratch the dog behind the ears. Instead of going back to sleep, though, he decides to quietly go downstairs to the kitchen. Maybe it's because he just had a dream about starvation but he really feels like having some food right about now.
Godawful o'clock in the morning is the perfect time for sandwiches and a tub of ice cream, okay. It's also the perfect time for doing FTEs with Ishimaru. ]
[ Later, Ishimaru's gone back to bed and Naegi can't sleep because fuck these nightmares so he decides to write up the following text and post it to the network. It's still godawful o'clock in the morning but maybe someone's around to help him kill some time. ]
How do you keep 30 Eevees and their evolutions from shedding fur all over the house?
Also, what do you do when you can't sleep?
[ That's it, that's the post. He's not even exaggerating about those thirty Eevees. If any other dangans are awake, they'll find him playing tetris in the kitchen or playing with one of the Eevees. ]
Eventually, the hunger becomes too overwhelming and before he realizes what he's doing, his body moving seemingly on its own, he's grabbing an iron pipe from the remnants of the space rocket and lunges toward the Arcafoodfoodfoodfoodfoodnine--
And suddenly Naegi is back in his bed in Goldenrod City, cold and drenched in sweat and the dream still fresh (too fresh) in his mind. He heaves a sigh of relief when he sees his Arcanine fast asleep on the floor next to the bed and he reaches out to scratch the dog behind the ears. Instead of going back to sleep, though, he decides to quietly go downstairs to the kitchen. Maybe it's because he just had a dream about starvation but he really feels like having some food right about now.
Godawful o'clock in the morning is the perfect time for sandwiches and a tub of ice cream, okay. It's also the perfect time for doing FTEs with Ishimaru. ]
[ Later, Ishimaru's gone back to bed and Naegi can't sleep because fuck these nightmares so he decides to write up the following text and post it to the network. It's still godawful o'clock in the morning but maybe someone's around to help him kill some time. ]
How do you keep 30 Eevees and their evolutions from shedding fur all over the house?
Also, what do you do when you can't sleep?
[ That's it, that's the post. He's not even exaggerating about those thirty Eevees. If any other dangans are awake, they'll find him playing tetris in the kitchen or playing with one of the Eevees. ]
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[ He's not sure why Togami's joining him but he's not going to comlain tbh; he appreciates the company. And then he gets the question and he's looking down at the food in front of him. What are his life choices even. ]
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[He says it as if it's completely normal to be awake at this hour.]
Did you just decide that you were hungry?
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What were you reading?
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The Island of Dr. Murkrow. I found it in the library among what seemed to be an extensive collection of...localized versions of classic literature. The most egregious one was Don Qui-Hoothoot, although The Spinarak of Notre Dame wasn't much better.