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Who: Nanami & Whoever
Where: All sorts of places in the school.
What: Vibing in murder school.
When: Sometimes after 5/16
Warnings: DR2 spoilers, will add anything if needed.
OPEN THREAD May-catch all thread or whatever they are called

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ▙ Funky Laptop. ( 5/16-5/17 ) ▘

[ Unsure why it was the laptop that woke her fully into who she was now, Chiaki Nanami spent the day in the Game Club room on Sunday attempting to figure out what was within the computer. Unfortunately she was a gamer, not a programmer. Although it was in her repertoire to create a game from coding.. Trying to configure a computer out of its system was another feat in itself. She did manage to look at the system settings and figure out what programs it used… However outside of that and the strange icon with an eye. There was nothing she could discern from the item.
The blood was an alarming feature for sure, and she cleaned it off. Out of her own want for comfort, but also as to not alarm anyone. If asked she would not hide that there was blood upon the laptop, and already understood from the rules of the island. Kept the entirety of the image in her mind - incase a trial would come up.
Inevitably, she is found in the Game Club room. After having wiped the laptop off playing with the games on it. Minding herself quietly. If you pass by her or say something, she will most likely ask if you would like to play a game with her. ]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ▙ Dozing off in thought. ( 5/18-5/24 ) ▘

Spoilers

[ In tandem with her memories of this school, the preexisting life she led before being who she was now. Nanami remembered many things, many memories that were not hers, as well as the memories that were entirely entitled to her belonging. When she had oft but maybe 3 years or so of memories to call her own. She cannot help but mourn the school life that seemed to fade away from her hands. Wishing to grasp at them, like fumbling pieces of glass that scattered now from her fingertips.
To her memories were everything, and even if they were fake. Constructed by the measure of this school, for her to have and hold onto until she remembered who she actually was. They were still hers, and belonged to the school life that she had gotten to live. If she did not hold those memories precious, then wouldn't it mean she looked down on the memories that sculpted her?
Unfortunately, they were gone and now all she can discern are her memories from before. Jabberwock Island, the memories of her classmates, and the memory of her death as well as the miracle Hinata had made for him and his friends.
This was equally as precious to her, and ultimately she was with thanks to have them again.
Nothing were out of the ordinary as it were, and she had returned as the Nanami Chiaki from before!
As such.
The girl is found staring outside a window towards the Wisteria tree. The colors of it attracted her, but considering she had spent the day before attempting to figure out ‘her’ laptop. She thought to spend the day thinking and trying to figure out the strange mysteries of this School. That included the wisteria tree , or the clock tower , or even the auditorium . Nanami would attend class regularly, and then once it was said and done. She would be located at either one of these places, in deep thought. Sleeping. ] ZZZZZ..

[ Wake her up?
>Yes
>No
>Something else.]

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( he's unable to tell if this is good luck or bad luck, what would a this turn of events be considered when he gazes upon her visage, and the way his eyes widen reflect his shock, confusion, or... is there something more. he knows her appearance rather well between the youth that she is, a sleepy expression that compares to an extreme laidback attitude, and cat-like reactions — aside from that, she looked perfectly fit and healthy. he knows that side, and then he knows the side of her body throbbing in pain, the copious amount of spears that impaled her body from top to bottom, how they remained until forced out, and her limp body hits the floor. he remembers it so well that he can almost smell the blood despite there's nothing like that around him, and the lump of saliva that sits lodged in his throat is hard to swallow.

the latter memory is the strongest, somehow all his reactions are based on that instance, and nothing he can do is able to push it out for the female that he knows of on beach, and the smell of sea salt flooding his nose. between that and the iron smell, it's obvious which one weighs out between them. it's an uncomfortable feeling, one he's unable to place a name to until he blinks once, and then twice to get the image out of his eyes — as he focuses once again, he sees her standing in front of the vending machine still in thought. always in thought, that's the sort of personality that's carelessly shown to others, but it's not like she has anything to worry about. she never showed any hostility towards anyone, she never did anything that would equate to her suffering — though in his last moments within that simulation, who knows how his actions fared, what they did.

still, he it makes him wonder if this is just something that hinata infected him with, because the last time he saw her... was then too. closing his eyes, he squeezes tight before opening them one last time to see if her person will disappear, and yet she remains. it's just those haze apparitions again, but why would he see her of all people when normally kamukura izuru is who he saw in that entirety — among other people. of course, komaeda isn't the type to let things go naturally, and he slowly begins to walk forward while pulling out his pda, and as he steadily walks up behind her — there should be a green fabric of sleeve that nanami remembers — despite tattered — that has a metal arm holding up an item. the vending machine registers the payment, and whatever the female was trying to buy comes dropping down to the bottom. )

[ Whimsical were her thoughts, after beating the final stage of the hand console she borrowed from the game club. All she thought of was being a hero, saving the Kingdom and how all the friends she made in the game would come together at the end of the day. They lofty thoughts that warmed her heart, a happy ending suffice to say that were crafted and made with effort to form the miracle. Nanami like it like that, hardships were worth enduring if it meant the end of the battle would lead to a good ending. A reason why she adored playing games, over and over and over again.

The ending never changed.

Everything always ended up okay.

The battles, the efforts, and the time spent made it all worthwhile.

Her eyes had grown heavy, thinking a lot about the importance of what it meant to be here. Why it were she was here, and how she would collect together the other friends she knew were trapped within this building. How could they attend to the miracle they created - the future they fought for. If they were stuck again in a school full of rules and intricacies that bound them to their world? It hurt her to see them in a situation again, and she was sure that in some way or form. It may have a negative effect upon their minds, especially Komaeda.

Nanami was certain he would take it upon himself to solve the mystery, while inadvertently placing himself on the train track. If it meant the people would pick hope, and flip the switch and use him for their betterment. She knew if he did that, it would lead to the same consequence as before - and every part of her wanted to stop that. Stop that for his sake, and stop that for the sake of everyone trapped within this school. He deserved far better than having to rely only on himself or his luck that dragged him into false feelings of promises.

Promises that when bad things happened, good would surely follow after it.

Yet what was good about it, when he would be lost from it? It was there that ultimately even if she accepted him for who he was, she never would understand it. A world without him didn’t make sense to her, and she could not comprehend it. Thus was her issue with him.

The thought causes her to slumber there in front of the vending machine. Recalling Ishimaru’s expression when his name was mentioned - she had hoped she was not too late. Hopefully her classmate didn’t do something that couldn’t be returned from. Seeing as she had not heard his name otherwise, she had decided to let time pass and have them naturally come upon one another.

Nanami was after all, looking for Gundam and Hinata at the same time too.

Where he was perhaps the last piece, he is now the first.

The movement is what initially catches her attention, she awakes softly. Eyes fluttering as she tips to one side and then the next. A hand raises to wipe away the weariness of her eyes. Looking over to the arm that looked - familiar. The same toned greens she was very intune with. The bag of chips falls upon the bottom of the vending machine and she all but forgets the reason why she was here in the first place. Looking now up and over to the arm immediately noting that it was mechanical. ]

Ne, [ Nanami doesn’t miss a beat as if he had been there the whole time having a conversation with him. ] What happened to your arm? Nagito… ?

[ Perhaps too overfamiliar, but it was said because she was very earnestly concerned over it. The girl yawns, attempting to push out the last of her drowsiness. ] Am I too late..? Did you give up more of yourself for someone else again?

[ Because all she can think of - was how he died for the sake of others. No for her. Even if he didn't know.

With his arm missing, Nanami could only translate this as something of his plans with hope. To be a stepping stone for others - no? There is a look of concern along her face, despite how doe-eyed and empty she may have looked toward him. However, she does not frown or disapprove of it. If only she knew the truth, but instead she cannot help and blame herself for it. ]

( the loss of his arm was for the betterment of hope, a position he placed himself in just to ensure his own desires — watching hope clash against despair, and defeat it in one fell swoop. if it meant taking that piece of junko and attaching it to himself, then he'd be able to overcome true despair with his own hope, understand her mind so he could have the advantage, but that was a mistake — it was part of his sin. it gave him a high only to throw him back down again, his mind fogged between hope and despair — nothing mattered as long as he could see hope win individually. that was his choice after all, and why he went as far as using a chainsaw to remove his own arm, and attach the ultimate despair's to him. it lived, (un)fortunately, all thanks to his luck, and how attuned he was with the prospect of despair — it's because his hope was so strong, that's why.

he wouldn't say he gave up himself to the ultimate despair, no, it's nothing like that, but komaeda's mind could never tell it properly. in the end, he threw himself away, like the disposable garbage that he is — unneeded, unwanted, and the same goes from that hunk of flesh he left behind in order to have her. because of that reasoning, he's able to shake his head, is it to himself to reject that ideology of being true to accept the way he went about it, or is it to say that she's wrong?

in the past, he didn't give up much aside from his time within the school — using a bomb to blow up the school, harming a few, killing some others — all so that his classmates didn't have to take a test, all because he felt like they weren't ready. sadly, if she notices this just because of his arm, his eyes drop down to the back of her head, and when she turns to face him, his eyes meet with hers. he's taller than her, but he still looks the same aside from the way his hair stretches out even further, and the strand that curls from the center to under his left eye. there's little things about him that's different, miniscule details to confirm that he's older, different.

what makes him is the memories he has, the one's that he knows — when he woke up, nanami wasn't there, and he knows why she wasn't around. with how that one memory painstakingly sits in the back of his mind, there's no way she could have existed during that time. the stepping stone towards their despair, the push towards their insanity, but he doesn't think that her back then would say something like this now. )

...

( he laughs, airily so, as he dismisses her comment, but there's something that stands out to him. what does she mean by "too late," why is it every time she acts or speaks, it's like she never made it. that's because she never does — yet, komaeda doesn't know that. what he knows from back then doesn't add up to now, there's bits and pieces missing. )

Where did you go?

( rather, he should ask where is she going. what if she late for? of course, he says this with a smile as if nothing is wrong, but even komaeda's unable to understand the feelings in his heart. does he ask because he's sad? or does he ask to make conversation? or maybe he asks because he'll wake up soon. like always. )

If you were too late, that is.

Your plan failed.

[ The statement is made plainly, with a flutter of her lashes. Eyes unmoving toward his own, an expression most neutral. Taking in the notable difference of his physique, it makes her feel uncomfortable for some reason. The hesitant silent reminder that she would never age more than she is remembered, while the others would continue on into their future. It didn’t make her sad, on the contrary it was a confirmation that wrought a sense of bewilderment to her. Bittersweet. Much like him.

However, in the knot of her stomach she still feels uncomfortable.

Here he was, far older than she remembered. Again notable differences, enough it draws other lines of thoughts with concern. This was her friend ultimately, and her love for all of them came about effortlessly.

A finger rises, the typical method of her hand gestures. She points upward as if there was a light dawn upon her head to think. As if her finger were prompt and ready to point about to the ideas physically before them. ]

Originally it didn’t… At least what you intended. [ Nanami says before he can think to affirm anything, or speak for that matter. Unfortunately, it’s not as if she can talk in length or truth over the matters. Not when she is bound by processing of her AI even in a place like this. ] It was calculative, and well thought out but in the end you did rely only on yourself - your luck…. Mm, mm…

[ You Did it by yourself, is what bothers her. Then again, no matter how many times she ran through it on her own. How to save each and every one of them. What ending would be the best - how could they reach the future miracle that they needed to create? No matter the numbers she spun about - nothing created the solution. Nothing made it certain that each one of them could make it out okay and alive. Instead, it was Komaedas calculative variable of luck and Hinata himself that did as much.

She could do nothing but believe in all of them, including him. Believe in what would be created, and know that Hinata, Sonia, Soda, Akane, Fuyuhiko - each and everyone of them. Would strive for the future that they wanted to create. At the end of it all, the luck Komaeda had relied on would go on to pave the path into a miracle they all individually took part in and created. ]

Yet that was.... What happened .... Then I killed you, and you killed me... Do you remember that? [ Wow she is surprised, she was allowed to even say that? A moment where her own desires beat forth the coding that would deny her admittance to killing anyone. Nevertheless, she says it with her charming voice. Easy going, and ascertain that what this moment was is only for them to have and share.

Though she gauges his answer and response to what she said - how much does he recall? Or is he too like Hinata? Her intuition says otherwise, the look upon his face. The age along his expression, and the arm of his tells her otherwise. Tells her to say everything that is on her mind that she had always wanted to say. At least... She had began. Or would it be too much for him?]

Edited (i forgot my title LMFOA) 2021-05-21 08:17 (UTC)

( in the simulation that captured his youth, that was a time where those who lacked talent meant nothing to him, and those who had it reigned supreme. even now, komaeda still has that sort of energy that comes from him, but this time talentless people are worth his time. though, he doesn't know the headspace he should have as he's told one after the other that his plan failed, that what he did was kill her, and she killed him — when his entire purpose was to act so that the traitor could go free. that's what his luck gambled on and everyone else would die in their stead, because at least whoever had that role wasn't part of the deteriorating despair they all carried.

he doesn't remember anything, only the disappointment that ran through his body after learning the truth, figuring out the people he revered were nothing more than ants in his eyes. then he remembered the hope of being something more to the people once he saved them from despair — his want to become the ultimate hope, revered and cherished. finally loved for his deeds. even after waking up, he had high hopes for certain people, and even then, he didn't know who or what he was aiming for. he didn't know what outcome came from his luck, nor did he understand how they all managed to make it through — yet, komaeda is also part of that group. a remnant of despair, one who carried out nefarious deeds, and even then he masked it all in the name of hope. )

...

( he looks up, his eyes meeting with the reflection of the vending machine's glass, and he stares to check the expression he wears. lips pursed into a straight line, yet it's an emotion that he doesn't know how to process, or maybe he wasn't ready to hear something like that said to him by her after reuniting. as much as he could say he didn't kill her, if he dates back to a time long before what had happened, he'd say it, but unlike her — he can't. komaeda may be the type to lead to the point, but that's what he does, keeps them on track rather than say it outright. )

Are you here to punish me... for my sins?

( his sins, but they were something he believed were right, so rather than listening to his mistakes, his failures — he decides to ask this way. ) Is that it...

( he's seen her awhile ago when both him and hinata suffered, though her words weren't as concerning as they are now. in the end, they're still sharp enough to impale his skin reminding him that he's still capable of feeling pain. depsite he can't smell the blood, and the fact that she's not laying on the floor in it. there's one thing that's for certain — )

Hasn't your corpse haunted me long enough?

Nnn, [ She doesn’t look away from him when he says something others would arguably deem heartless.] I guess in a way you’re right. [ Nanami blinks away the uncertainties of the moment. Taking in what he said very seriously, with a form of thoughts that led this way and that. The words hit her and hurt her - of course, but they are also made with a very evident statement that he was hurt by what she herself said as well. It takes her a moment to mull over the words in full, attempting to correctly state what she meant to have said in the first place. Having brought up the agonizing images of the past, and put them in his head again.

Again this was her fault, she needed to follow through with the delivery better. ]

It does come off that way, no I am sorry Nagito. I wanted to say thank you, for everything.

[ Nanami shuffles a bit, having failed to erect the conversation correctly. If anything she is certain she made him uncomfortable and unhappy. It is odd to talk about the past - she guesses. As someone made of all of their memories, and as he said exactly, was she not coming off as an image of his past here to haunt him about what he's done? When really she wanted to change the image of that in their minds, into something maybe different.

Having such strong belief in all of them, was all someone as measly as herself could give them.

Her entire life, the price she paid to believe in all they could come about to make or change for their future. Even if she was the one who died for it, and even if she were the one that got left behind for it. This was her quiet truth now that Hinata did not remember. So it was rather cruel of her to state plainly to him the circumstances of what happened in the past. As if she wanted to drag him in the moment with her - she realizes she failed in wanting to reconcile with what happened. Maybe she was more human that she realized? ]

I guess I really am not good with words…

[ Much like touching someone, she evidently touched in a place he did not want tampered with. Her attempts at conversations that were intimate or serious were something she truly struggled with, but she wished to see it to until the end. She wished to make sure Komaeda understood the truth of her feelings, even if he hated her at the end of it. Frankly she feels, no matter what he did - she could never hate him and maybe that was her sin. ]

Will you still listen to me… Maybe?

Edited 2021-05-22 06:02 (UTC)

( her corpse has never haunted him, rather, she has been hope, and he's even said that her sacrifice will grow the hope of every student within the 77th class. it would be a lie if he felt that in his heart, and even now, she's still this prospect of hope that he's unable to let go — that's why she remains so vivid in his mind. yet, as much as everything about her lives free in his mind, he's never pushed her away, because he's respected her far too much. that's why as he heard his own words leave from his mouth, his lips part open slowly as she speaks to him in gratitude, he returns apologetic. )

I'm sorry, that was careless of me... trash getting worked up...

( something... someone... pushes him just a little in regards to his feelings, emotions that are hard to understand, and to hear her thank him before his own apology stings. why is she thanking him, what did he do if he failed, even waking up to the truth means nothing knowing his goal was never finalized to the extent that he wanted it to be. he doesn't know if she was the traitor considering his plan failed, and if his luck really let him down when he needed it the most — is that when he awoke from the pod that everyone was there. he wouldn't despair won, because he threw away her arm the moment he was pulled out from the bed he rested in.

it's still hope with him, and he wouldn't have it any other way. that's why he's able to stand here, watch the expression on his face turn curious as his brow raises. rather than looking directly at her, he stares at nanami through the machine's glass, trying to read her face. what is it that she wants to say? that doe-eyed look that she wears so honestly has always masked her feelings, but the tone of her words have always been genuine, and komaeda knows she doesn't speak to hurt him. )

...

( there's no "maybe" at all when it comes to this, and instead, he knows that his future shouldn't be filled with regrets, and the thing is there's nothing he regrets about her. )

We shouldn't talk here. ( about their sins, their failures, or anything else that if someone overheard that could be used against them. because they're different, they've done things to ensure hope for others, though nanami was right, and komaeda had always gone about them wrong, but in the end something positive was made of it. ) Alone would be better... I'll listen to what you have to say.

( had this been komaeda as soon as he died, it probably wouldn't be this way, but the fact he's no longer caught by the simulation — it gives him more time to think, allows him chances he didn't think he'd have. if she is here to punish him, it'd be easier to do that without others seeing to stop her. )

[ Nanami doesn’t wanna show she is inadvertently glad... But... She thinks a moment on how to say it right, the long quiet silence as the two think about the worth of their words. The length of their meanings, and the depth of what was their rather colorful life. Nothing about class 77-B had been normal, and nothing would ever be normal about them. ]

No, it’s okay I am happy you told me that. Thank you for expressing yourself.

[ Nanami said quietly, her fingers wrapping around either side of her shoulder straps. Looking at him while his face turns away. It’s okay if he cannot look at her directly, she doesn’t wanna bother him or press more into his discomfort or the zone of which he has created for himself. In the end what is also true but yet unspoken, is she doesn't really understand him as of now. What other things had transpired in his mind that she doesn’t know?

The years he spent and the experience as a Remnant of Despair - she knew what they were but never the length of their individual experiences. She could never know, or fathom. Just believe in them and hope that her kindness would offer some semblance of normality. A reminder that anchored them in a good way to their past life before the tragedy had ever occurred. It was truly the reason for her existence as a memory, and frankly it was all she could ever be. Komaeda's words hold another meaning to her as she adjusts when he mentions to leave.

Is it really good that she is alive here and well? Isn’t she just the echo of a carcass trying to live again in their life, when she shouldn’t even belong in their future that they created? What was the benefit of her being here, other then the selfish want of her own. Happy to see them alive again, happy to be able to maybe say the things she had always wanted to say back on the islands.]

Okay… Hmm…. The Clock tower or the Game Club room?

[stephanie has a scientific question.

and that question is "how many chip bags can I stack on the head of this random sleeping girl."

she's placed three.]

[ She is sleeping, continue the chips BRING MORE CHIPS. ]

[wow this girl is a really deep sleeper. or maybe dead. she could also be dead. they have a lot of those all over the place.

now let's see if this sixth bag will stay.]

[ Nanami moves slightly, a finger scratching at the side of her cheek. ]

Hmm? Is Monokuma back...???

[...]

Yes.

[ Nanami goes quiet and dips her head dejected by the statement. Then the chips fall down upon the floor around her feet and it takes her a moment to realize - wait no that's not where she is. ]

Oh, are these your chips?

Yeah, that's, uh. Dinner. [grins a little sheepishly.] You can have one, if you'd like.

Who's... Mono-whatever?

Oh really..? I can just have one? [ She asks again, reaching down slowly to grab one of the bags. When she answers the other she is gently opening her bag of chips and calmly answers. ] A very ugly stinky bear.

Sharing is important!

Well, we don't have any bears here. [... wait hold on let her think.] No, definitely not bears. Unless there's some outside in the forest, but we aren't allowed there yet.

It is youre right, do you wanna share from the same bag and then we can eat all of these together one by one until we are full? [ Nanami says with a bit of excitement, as if some energy came upon her from the nap she took. ]

Oh... Hm.. Well if they haven't showed up yet then I doubt they are here at all which is a good thing. A relief, they are like the evil bosses in a game and need to be defeated at all costs.

-- Oh, we can do that! [tbh a few weeks ago she would have just let her have a bag herself but a few weeks ago she didn't know what hunger was hahaha....]

... Wait, like a video game?

Yea, yeah! [ Nanami eats a chip completely unaware of this, and then offers the bag to the other. ] Do you like games?

I think they're pretty fun! Not as fun as playing outside, of course, but they're good sometimes. [takes chip, nibbles at it like mouse.] I have a friend back home who's cuckoo about them. Sometimes, he stays up all night, just playing on his computer...

I wish we had some of those games here. It gets pretty boring.

Mmm, I don't like playing outside a lot... Maybe hide and seek because it feels like a game? [ The continue eating the chips. ] That's how I was until...

[ What until? What happened, thats a memory she doesn't know. ]

Well I met my friends, but even then I just play games with them and they really seem to like it. Hey there are games though? Have you seen the Game Club yet?

Oh, I love Game Club! The board games are really fun. [a bitch LOVES chutes and ladders.] The video games we got are a little... old, kinda.

[actually playing them just reminds her of pixel and if she thinks on that for too long her heart starts shattering so she just. plays more chutes and ladders.]

I guess I'll have to get used to it, eventually.

!!!

[ Eyes lighting, Nanami beams excitedly. ]

Wanna play some games? I love board games too - I know retro games aren't or anyone but I say a playstation one. I think there were some nice games there, oh and I have a laptop! It doesn't have a lot of games either... But maybe a board game?

[visibly brightens]

I'd love to! I was just gonna play by myself [again], but playing is always more fun with friends!

Okay! [ Nanami bends over to start picking up the chip bags. ] Lets take the chips with us, oh maybe we should get some drinks too while we are here?

[mentally calculating her points...]

Yeah, that should be okay! Um, I don't recommend drinking some of the stuff here, even from the machine. The water is... dirty. I mostly drink milk.

Milk..? [ Gasp milk! ] Thats from cows right? I'd love milk! Okay, yes yes. Lets get milk!

[...

okay and we're. walking. to get milk. but.]

Why were you slightly unaware of what milk is.

Nope! I learned what milk came from thanks to Hinata! I did not know that Milk actually came from cows for a while. Is that weird? [ She is following her!! lead on little lady, she cants her head questionably. Thinking about the memory quietly. ]

Oh.

[she could leave it at that. but also she is insatiably curious and she just. needs to know this.]

Where did you think milk came from before you learned that?

I thought Milk came from Milk, and then I thought if you open a Milk a cow will come out and dance. Its okay though I realized I was wrong of course. Wouldn't it be funny if that happened though?

[ Nanami has bags of chips in her hands, and she taps at the vending machine. ]

Ne, ne - I don't have a lot of merit points to buy anything with. Hold on I can get us one!

[ With that she raises her PDA and clicks it against the machine watching the milk get brought down. ]

This will be good with our chips.

[she can't even bring herself to argue that she should buy the milks, because she's. very much still mentally on this.]

How can something come from itself? That's like saying an apple comes from an apple! Things don't just happen!

... ? Dont apples come from trees?

[ Dont ask her about apple juice then? ]

... Does that mean Apples are like Cows then?

No, cows are like trees, and apples are like milk.

[what are they even talking about]

... Trees are Cows...?

[ Nanami immediately looks outside the convenient window placed during their walk toward the wisteria tree. ]

If I touch that tree, will it feel warm?

[ dw about it steph. ]

[it's basically like talking to ziggy when he's three bags of taffy to the wind it's fine.]

"Like." It's a word that means something is similar to something else, but isn't actually that thing.

[ Well she knew that, but she suppose she wanted more verification. It was strange but dont worry about it. She's learned her lesson. ]

Well we are almost to the game rooom, we can play chutes and ladders first! There are tons of other games there too I think?

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it was all you( ᵏᵒᵐᵃᵉᵈᵃ ) . Title of this thread .

i dont like the title of this thread

WHY NOT ITS PERFECT

TEARING UP

oh man

SIGHS

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how did i not see thissss