[...Fuck. Shuichi is smart. An idiot about certain things, maybe, but still smart, enough that Kokichi is actually surprised sometimes. That's why the detective was his favorite, after all. Even now, he's a little torn between frustration at being figured out and appreciation for a clever plan.
He can't even grab it without it being noticed. It didn't escape his notice that the paper is only halfway under the door, and he's willing to be Shuichi is either waiting to see if it disappears or is going to check back very soon.
The silence at least lets him huff an irritated breath without being heard. He drops his head back against the wall and takes a moment to go over everything – he doubts Shuichi is immediately dangerous, even if he's somehow responsible for any of this. Someone intent on causing harm doesn't corner their prey in an unlocked room and then leave them be. He tries to think of it from Shuichi's perspective. If he's no different from any of the other people trapped here, then he just saw someone that should be dead. It'd make sense to follow. And if Shuichi knew what was going on...well, he'd probably be acting like he didn't. That line of thought doesn't help much.
But him being the only other one of their class here is so obviously suspicious. Surely the mastermind of this school or the previous one or both wouldn't risk that.
But it is suspicious, and Kokichi can't just ignore the possibility.
But despite everything, he'd still thought Shuichi was probably the least likely to be behind everything back in the killing game. Aside from Gonta, at least. It wasn't a certainty, not enough for him to rely on – and definitely not when Shuichi rejected his one attempt to team up – but just making a judgement based on character and actions...
God, he's getting nowhere with this.
Kokichi sighs and drops into a crouch, peering at the folded paper. It's been a minute or so of him just thinking too hard, but he waits an extra three minutes. Just on the off chance that Shuichi might give up if he's watching it. Eventually the curiosity is too overpowering, though, and he snatches it up.
Kokichi half expects the door to swing open the moment he does so, but he isn't immediately jumped, and so after a breath he opens it. He eyes the words with furrowed brow, unsure whether that sways his suspicion meter in either direction.
After a few moments, he digs one of the sticker sheets from his locker out if his pocket. Thinks for a second or two. Then peels one off – a red smiley face that smells like blood – and sticks in on the note, which he slides back halfway under the door. Two can play this game, motherfucker.]
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He can't even grab it without it being noticed. It didn't escape his notice that the paper is only halfway under the door, and he's willing to be Shuichi is either waiting to see if it disappears or is going to check back very soon.
The silence at least lets him huff an irritated breath without being heard. He drops his head back against the wall and takes a moment to go over everything – he doubts Shuichi is immediately dangerous, even if he's somehow responsible for any of this. Someone intent on causing harm doesn't corner their prey in an unlocked room and then leave them be. He tries to think of it from Shuichi's perspective. If he's no different from any of the other people trapped here, then he just saw someone that should be dead. It'd make sense to follow. And if Shuichi knew what was going on...well, he'd probably be acting like he didn't. That line of thought doesn't help much.
But him being the only other one of their class here is so obviously suspicious. Surely the mastermind of this school or the previous one or both wouldn't risk that.
But it is suspicious, and Kokichi can't just ignore the possibility.
But despite everything, he'd still thought Shuichi was probably the least likely to be behind everything back in the killing game. Aside from Gonta, at least. It wasn't a certainty, not enough for him to rely on – and definitely not when Shuichi rejected his one attempt to team up – but just making a judgement based on character and actions...
God, he's getting nowhere with this.
Kokichi sighs and drops into a crouch, peering at the folded paper. It's been a minute or so of him just thinking too hard, but he waits an extra three minutes. Just on the off chance that Shuichi might give up if he's watching it. Eventually the curiosity is too overpowering, though, and he snatches it up.
Kokichi half expects the door to swing open the moment he does so, but he isn't immediately jumped, and so after a breath he opens it. He eyes the words with furrowed brow, unsure whether that sways his suspicion meter in either direction.
After a few moments, he digs one of the sticker sheets from his locker out if his pocket. Thinks for a second or two. Then peels one off – a red smiley face that smells like blood – and sticks in on the note, which he slides back halfway under the door. Two can play this game, motherfucker.]