April event

[adsum]

full navigation

04/04, 23:56

M.Arisu

hey... anybody who's awake to see this. hope you're not having too much trouble sleeping.
get rest when you can. work together when you can.
all we can do is keep trying, but i'm hopeful for this year.
feels weird to say... but it's all going to be gone soon, so...
anyways.
see you at school tomorrow.

Any replies on the forum go unresponded, and at the stroke of midnight, the past year's worth of messages are completely gone from the PDA forum, including any sent over spring break. Hope you have a good memory if you were in the middle of a conversation! Though you should really be in ...whatever you've managed to make your bed... because tomorrow is a big day.

04/05, 06:00

The silence continues until six in the morning with the toll of the clock tower bells, and anybody near the locker area will hear two women in mid-conversation as they phase through the front doors, heels clicking on the ground: "-—didn't even have the decency to finish the job! And now I have to— oh, stop crying, for goodness' sake! I swear—" It's a one sided conversation, mostly, and one that stops short the moment the women spot the students lingering around. While the younger woman, recognizable as the assistant principal, hurriedly scrubs at her face with her sleeves, the unfamiliar older woman with the oddly dissonant voice scowls intensely. "I don't need this on the first day of school! Students trespassing over break! I can't believe it! I don't have time for this—" she huffs, shaking her head and stomping down the hall towards the faculty office. "Miss Nene, I expected better of you! And you! Miss Ritsuka— the two of you shall report to the faculty office after the entrance ceremony. I expect a full report of everybody involved. Now behave yourselves and go to the auditorium."

Goodbye...

The assistant principal is left behind and looks confused and distraught. She sniffles and ducks her head a little, draws a shaking breath and stands a little taller. "I'm so sorry. I'll hear you all out after- after this is done. Alright?" She too heads towards the faculty office, trying her best to smile at those she passes by. While they may be followed, they seem to phase through the faculty office doors which remain closed and locked, and cannot be interacted with until after the ceremony.

Until then, other students start to filter through the front door, seeking out friends and chatting about their breaks, remembering about homework and asking if anybody actually did it so they can copy off them before classes start, laughing at any mention of being locked inside the school all break because what?? that's silly. A handful of students wear yellow armbands on the left sleeve of their uniform, marking them as members of the student council, and these student council members go around finally removing the gorinto from the window sills, tossing the rocks into a bag without any apparent ill effects, and collecting the snacks in a separate bag— though they'll offer the food to anybody they pass who looks hungry enough. Which is a lot of you. One or two might give a short lecture about the importance of eating breakfast to start the day off right. Other student council members busy themselves in the locker area, posting the new homeroom assignments and updating the school calendar to reflect exam dates and breaks for the coming year, or help setting chairs out in neat rows in the auditorium in preparation for the entrance ceremony.

04/05, 08:00

The opening ceremony starts at 8, with students and staff moving to the auditorium to sit with their homeroom class, calling characters out by name and dragging them over to their seat— physically if need be, and they're much stronger than they look. Unlike the graduation ceremony, characters are not forced to come to the entrance ceremony, but the moment they take a seat, they find that they can neither speak nor get up again until the ceremony is over.

The assistant principal stands behind the podium on stage, looking rather nervous as she glances down at the watch on her wrist for it to be time, and clears her throat before addressing the room. "Yogen High welcomes you, all our new students," she pauses, beaming at the row of first year classes before her gaze sweeps over the rest of the student body, "our transfer students, our returning students, our... repeat students..." Looking at you, Norton, Gawain, Abel... "I, um. You may have noticed that I am standing in for our principal today, who is currently... unavailable... and didn't exactly leave any notes to go off of..." She wilts a little, but trucks on nonetheless and continues the address, promising that the teachers will pass along any important announcements, expressing her belief in the potential of young minds, and wishing everybody a fulfilling school year. The ceremony concludes in a little under an hour, and the spell binding the students to their seats is broken, allowing everybody to rise and leave.

School lets out for the rest of the day with classes starting the next morning, and while many students take the opportunity to leave, some linger around the school. Gossip is flying already with news of the transfer students caught breaking into the school over break and what punishments they might get, rumors of what happened to the principal ranging from a family emergency to hospitalization to death, complaints about the water pipes not getting fixed over break, and general excitement over upcoming events listed on the bulletin board by the lockers, in particular new club advertisements, fortune telling ads, and a Charity Auction to be hosted the Monday after Golden Week next month.

April

School is school... The first thing teachers ask at homeroom Tuesday morning is for students to hand in their spring break homework. Didn't do it? You're on their shit list now. Characters are not forced to attend class, but patrolling faculty and student council members will heckle any truant students into going and can be a pain to deal with. Classes aren't taught terribly, though. The second year math teacher has a knack for easily digestible explanations, even if she writes and erases the board a bit too quickly to copy. The third year literature teacher combines weekly analytical essays with film studies, and is showing Child's Play, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, The Silence of the Lambs, and Where the Red Fern Grows this month. The first year biology teacher brings eyeballs and frogs and rats for dissection during anatomy lessons, and if you have a special request for a specific eye color, give him a day or two and he can deliver. 2-A's homeroom teacher can be seen stealing chalk from each of the second year classroom she rotates through and is offering extra credit to any students who sneak her chalk without asking questions.

New students will quickly learn that merit points are awarded for a full day's attendance, turning in homework, participating in class and clubs, scoring 80% or higher on quizzes and exams, etc. Less predictably, the PDA may sometimes ping for a single merit point when hanging out with a friend or arguing with a classmate, with stronger emotions (positive or negative) when interacting with somebody else more likely to trigger a point, and if students are abusing this system, it's kept out of the faculty's eyes. As the month goes on, sometimes a student comes to class with a cut eyelid, or a busted lip, or bandages wrapped thick around a wrist, but they always deny anything more than clumsiness or an accident or having pets who very aggressively show their love. Sometimes it's harder to hide, when a bloody nose drips onto the ground or bleeding knuckles brush against the wall, and those near enough to see blood touch the building will find that everything sort of... shifts... Just for a second. The feeling of vertigo that stops almost as soon as it begins, the world tilting without slotting back into alignment. You feel a bit nauseous. Just a little.

You go to the bathroom to splash water on your face and the pink looks a little darker, a little more solid. On the fourth floor, the water has stopped running in the bathroom sinks altogether, and students are told to go downstairs to do their business so that they may wash up after. With more students milling around the bathrooms, it's much easier to notice that people's reflections in the mirrors are just a bit off, lagging that split second long enough to be impossible to ignore once aware.

Every day you have homework. A new essay for something or other is assigned each week. Nobody wants to do group projects with a slacker who can't promise to meet up after school to get it done. Like clockwork, the school empties out at 6 PM each school day, leaving those behind to their own devices. There is no school on Sundays. Golden Week marks the end of the month, and guess who's going to be stuck at school for an entire week with only vending machine junk food to live off of if they aren't able to make progress concerning their living situation? Yeah.

Charity Auction

At least students have the charity auction to look forward to and work towards. Information about the auction set on May 10 can be found on the bulletin board, and appears to be put together by the student council as an annual event and an incentive for students to start the year off strong in earning merit points. Both students and staff are encouraged to donate to the auction, with the items collected and put on display in the auditorium behind locked glass cases. On May 10, students will be able to bid on items using their merit points, those who donate will receive 10% of the winning bid towards their item, and the school will match donations 100 to 1 point with proceeds going towards the "Save A Brain Foundation."

Throughout the month, glass cases lining the walls of the auditorium start to fill up with donations. The most popular donations seem to be physical items: possessions such as jewelry or gaming consoles, or artistic creations such as hand sewn clothing or paintings. There are placeholders for things that can't be put on display all month, such as placards with a picture or description of homemade food that won't be prepared until the auction date, or the promise of fishing lessons with the guidance counselor or a dinner date with the school principal (pending availability). At the back of the room stands the largest case, with the skinny black cat often found lying on top of it as if guarding it, although it will run away when approached.

Inside the case is a body.

OOC

✽ Refer to the npc contact page for which students and faculty are currently available for interaction. The assistance principal will do what she can to accommodate the characters stuck inside the school, but the extent of her help will depend on what is asked of her and how interactions with her go.

✽ The body does not seem to change or rot inside the case, and most npc students will unconvincingly express their belief that it's just a very life-like doll. Closer investigation of the body will not be available until next month, if a character manages the winning bid. Merit points earned are handwaved at player discretion, within reason.

✽ The plot will only move forward as things are discussed and acted upon, and clues distributed during app acceptances are meant to be shared and connected, so don't be afraid to ask questions and dig into things! I am here to enable.

Comments

hajun yeon | paradox live

[rhymed]

i. 4/05 ( 6:00 - 8:00 )

[ Before the entrance ceremony Hajun can be found around his homeroom class of 1-B, interacting with students -- the npcs -- with a trained, airy tone. Friendly and obviously making a good first impression... at least he thinks it's a first impression while others seem to gravitate towards him with familiarity.

Naturally he'll want to pull away, but finds it particularly difficult when he's surrounded. Girls asking how his spring break was, if he had finished his homework, that they really did dream of him -- that's fate, right? Definitely fate!

At this point he's looking over their heads, eyes catching the glimpse of someone a little ways away.

Yep. He's looking straight at you.

Help, he mouths, smiling despite it clearly being a demand rather than a request. ]

ii. 4/05 ( 8:00 )

[ Deciding not to go to the entrance ceremony, he instead chooses to visit the vending machines. Purchasing a strawberry milk with his merits, hearing the faraway echo of the announcement from the auditorium; just barely, like voices underwater. It grows fainter and fainter as he finds a window to peer outside, looking elsewhere.

It's only the sound of someone approaching that he realizes that he's been standing in front of the vending machine, milk left untouched. He immediately squats down to grab it, peering up at you with a small cant of his head. ] Hm~ Looks like I'm not the only one skipping the ceremony, thank goodness. I was getting a little bored.

iii. cooking mama

[ You may notice after school that there's a faint smell coming from the second floor. Inside the cooking room you'll find Hajun scavenging up a meal with some of the ingredients they've managed to save over break; fitted in a pink apron and looking genuinely content as he finishes. It's simple bibimbap, and it looks like he's only made a bowl for himself so...

Obviously, when you appear, he's stuck between a rock and a hard place. He's a bitch and doesn't want to share. ]

... I'm going to assume that your stomach lead you here.

[ GOD!!! GUESS HE'LL HAVE TO COOK :/ or share who knows it depends ]

iv. body discovery ( cw: emetophobia )

[ The charity date draws closer and Hajun becomes curious of what is being up for bidding. He can't say that he takes any particular interest of what's inside the glass cases, but once his eyes scan across the room and land on the body encased in the back it feels as if the entire world stops. His heart plummets into his stomach, the air becoming thicker and harder to inhale as a part of his brain does it's best to register it as an illusion -- clearly unsuccessful, because as he dares to step closer his body immediately draws him back.

Panic rushes through his veins and he's running out of the auditorium straight to the bathroom. All apologies (if he gives any at all) for pushing or shoving your character will be saved on a later note, because right now there's no way he can't not throw up after that. Obviously distressed, all that he's eaten today comes rushing back up his throat as he hurls unpleasantly into the sink. ]

v. wildcard

( THROW ANYTHING YOU WANT AT ME but also here's my plotting comment if you'd like to discuss hajun and your character crossing paths outside of the prompts above. i'm super flexible and am willing to write the starter so just lmk what's up. otherwise hajun can mainly be found in 1-b or in either the music room or infimary because he wants to take a nap. )

IV

[attritional]

[ Oh, dear. There was a decent crowd in front of Iria, so she couldn't see it properly, but she can get the gist of it from how everyone reacted around her. Hajun especially catches her attention when he rushes and nearly shoves her off balance. She's really glad about not having to see whatever it is in great detail for now.

Iria is outside the boys' bathroom because she will not be walking inside it as long as there isn't an absolute crisis (she figures she can wait until Hajun calms down after puking). She thinks he'll be dehydrated after all that, so water is the best way to go. Clean water.

Whenever Hajun steps out, she holds out a water bottle to him. It's clean water. ]

Here. Please drink this.

[rhymed]

[ It takes a moment; Hajun wishes to wash his face but turning the faucet on leaves him even more disgusted. There's nothing more than he can do is find something to wipe his mouth and leave -- his stomach twists, eyes staring at the ground before they're met with a petite pair of feet.

He lifts his head, seeing the bottle of water before he does her.

Taking the bottle, he finally catches a glimpse of her face... sorry, I promise the look of disgust is because of the body and not because of her. ]

... Thank you. [ He does his best not to sound still obviously frightened, tightening his grip around the bottle top before twisting it off. Taking a long gulp before looking away, almost bashfully. ]

That was insane -- what they had in there. Who would even allow that?

[attritional]

[ Iria wouldn't blame Hajun if he sounded scared--seeing something like that shouldn't be normal. She tries to look calm in comparison, because she figures someone should. Her voice is quiet: ]

... Would it be too much to hope for it being a realistic doll?

[ And not an actual corpse. Even if the blood was fake, Iria can feel her skin crawl. ]

[rhymed]

...

[ Hajun is initially quiet. A part of him wants to hope for that, too, but the part of him that's cynical and realistic -- the part of him that always wins -- says otherwise. ]

I think that would be too optimistic of us, especially given the situation.

iv

[contrarily]

( death isn't an entirely unfamiliar concept to her — not anymore, at least, not after almost dying herself. and still, seeing the body provokes a visceral reaction inside of her; pent-up anger rises like bile to the throat, helpless frustration and a resolution to the unsettling feeling that's been sitting in her stomach for a few days now. naturally, the first thing she does is yell at a nearby teacher — and when they claim it's merely a doll, and there's nothing wrong with it, she attacks the case itself.

... yes, it's not very smart, and she's aware that if the glass were to break, it'd cut right into her hands, but it's not a problem. it's not something she bothers to consider for longer than a few second, the desire to get the body out and off display too big to care. if... if she, or someone she cared about, were to be displayed like this after death, put up for a stupid charity auction — ... she can't stomach the thought. the lack of respect, the curious eyes, it all drives her mad; this girl... whoever did this to her... she deserves a proper burial, at least, doesn't she?!

of course, all of these frustrations amount to nothing. the cat attacks her, when she bangs on the glass a little too long and a little too insistently, and the staff drags her away before any more damage can be done to the set-up or to her. the cat doesn't do too much damage — it scratches her arms and legs up, a little, just to ward her off, and with blood clinging to skin, she gets removed from the scene. and so, sniffling in frustration, she goes to the bathroom, locks herself in a stall and wraps her arms around her knees, sitting on the toilet in silence as she considers what the next move should be. should she go at night? but the cat might still be there... well, if it's just the cat, it shouldn't be — )

... huh? ( and then she hears it: the sound of someone throwing up just outside of the stall. well... yeah, honestly, she feels sick to her stomach, too, and she doesn't particularly want to be seen in this sorry state, but... being alone sucks, too. if there's someone else as frustrated as her, then maybe...

reluctantly, she speaks up, voice a little shaky: )

Um... are you... — ( breathe in, breathe out. ) ... are you okay?

[rhymed]

[ It's still sitting there; stirring, manifesting. The sickness isn't driven away as the image of the girl's body, lifeless, was sitting there in the display case as if it were honestly a mere prize to be won -- unwanted, worthless, to whoever had the lack of decency to put her there in the first place. Hajun feels remorse and deep sympathy, but that wasn't the reason why he reacted so deeply in the first place.

No. This is the first time he's ever seen a dead body -- has ever come so close to death. Even if he so desperately wished for the worst to come to his family after what they had put him through, death was the last thing he wanted. This moment in time proves it because he can't even keep himself standing without the wave of nausea threatening to spill over again; overflowing and smother, almost causing him to drop him to his knees.

He turns on the faucet just to watch the dirty water drip down the drain. The noise saving him from the thoughts that cloud his mind --

And then comes her voice. Unexpecting, like a warm rush of water, settling him back.

He can't be like this. He can't be this pathetic. He can't. He can't. He can't.

Because if he is, then he'll just be tossed away again.

Hajun spits into the sink, silent at first as he does his best to regain his composure. ] ... I've been better. [ His voice isn't his usual, boyish tone. It's deeper; real. ] It's fucking sick.

[contrarily]

( she can't be like the rest of them: unfazed, unaffected, calmly assessing the situation, as if seeing a dead body was something normal. all these blank faces surrounding them, staring at her like she's the weird one for freaking out, and not them for not reacting — it's strange to think about. unnatural, almost. does nobody here have any conscience or decency at all? does nobody care?

... well, he sounds affected, which oddly enough calms her down a little. at the very least... she's not alone in feeling sick to her stomach here. )

Right... ? ( sniffling quietly, she watches the blood slowly trail down her legs, falling to the floor and forming a slowly growing pool just beneath the toilet. ... watching it helps her feel better, too; it's... not something she's proud of, but the pain keeps her grounded, the contrast of red against pale skin helping her distract her mind from the earlier shock.

staring at the floor intently, she thinks she should probably move. in the other hand, she doesn't want to show him... any of this. so maybe staying in the stall is better. if he doesn't open it, he'll never have to see. )

Um... they said it's... a doll. Do you think... there's a chance... ?

[rhymed]

[ He needs to ground himself; focus, ignore the twist in his stomach that ultimately makes him so disgusted. Nauseated to the point that walking around sounds like it may lead to him falling apart -- he wishes he had ran to the nurses room first, because then he'd be able to lie in a bed at least. ]

Would you rather I lie to you, or what?

[ Hajun clicks his tongue, running a hand through his hair. ]

... That's hopeful thinking. Awful thinking. You'd be an idiot to actually believe it's a doll -- it's too real. Her skin -- [ He remembers it, gagging briefly. ] ... it can't just be a doll.

i

[commences]

( given the circumstances, stumbling upon hajun is a lucky occurrence he thinks — though, how he meets him is unfortunate for the crowd of girls around him. their eyes sparkle in interest as they fawn and dote over him, curious as to what reply he'll give. their needy, saccharine voices speak over one another, and komaeda who's tone is just as light, annoyingly speaks up once silently called for. )

Yeon-kun! There you are, I was looking for you everywhere —

( komaeda smiles, relieved to see him, and he feigns his surprise at the females around him who seem upset. their displeased expressions are enough to make komaeda frown, his arms crossed before his chest as he looks at the other. why is komaeda not going along with the plan..? )

Bullying these girls... Not cool, Hajun.

( he even changed the name? yeah, komaeda is acting up again! )

[rhymed]

[ God fucking damnit.

If he wanted the worst possible option to appear in front of him during a dire time of need, it really just popped up. For no other reason other than to stir the pot and cause more trouble, undoubtedly, which is why Hajun's lips just barely twitch as he keeps his smile. ]

Where did this informality come from? If anyone is bullying them it's you -- flaunting how close we are... did you come over because you were jealous?

[commences]

Was that too presumptuous of me..? The way we locked eyes moments before..

( the girls around him may not be too pleased with komaeda interrupting, but it doesn't take long for him to try and help in his own way. it's quick how his expression switches to surprise, settling a balled fist into his metal hand that he finally realizes something — he's faking. )

Ah! Don't tell me you forgot about the note you left me in my locker, I know your hand writing anywhere..

( he sighs. )

You could choose much better stepping stones than them, they can't build the path that you're looking for.

( wtf? )

[rhymed]

[ wtf... indeed.... ]

Ah, I see how it is. [ Stepping between a pair of girls glaring daggers at Komaeda, Hajun brings up a hand and gently places it on the other's shoulder. His expression becomes hardened; serious, and almost seemingly trouble. ]

It seems you're either delusional or serious, for approaching me like this. I'm certain that I gave the message to come alone? A trip to the nurse would probably be for the best... [ So he's pushing him now, urging him away from the crowd that's now assuming this is some BL fantasy they accidentally just witnessed. ]

i

[crystallomancy]

( Natsume, just passing through on his way to his own homeroom to see what crop of students managed to land there...

pauses to watch Hajun, consider the situation, and ditches him lol bye loser )

lol

[crystallomancy]

( jk, he's coming back around like five minutes later to catch the girls' attentions and hand them each notes. )

I'm going to be offering fortune-telling starting next WEEK. These will guarantee you first priority over anyone else who might be in LINE, so swing by whenever you'd LIKE. ( He, too, is all smiles (: And what high-schooler doesn't like fortunes, right... Especially girls...!! ) ...What kind of forTUNES? Why, any and ALL. In FACT, I could even divine which of you is truly fated to be with Beau-kun.

( that's you hajun you're beau-kun now. )

Ah-ah-AH. If you ask too many questions or attempt to push around FATE, it'll only turn against YOU. ( :') ...and such until the girls are mostly dissipated, and they actually have some space to Breath In. Whatever nice, charming attitude he had for them is also disappearing as he turns to Hajun, ugh. )

The school year's only just starTED, and you're already so popuLAR. That'll be your downfall, you KNOW.

1/2

[rhymed]

[ BITCH. ]

[rhymed]

[ Hajun can at least hide his disappointment with ease; he'll stand there for as long as Natsume thinks it's funny until he comes back.

The talk of fortunes draws the girls attention, especially when it comes to fate. Though when his name (at least he's assuming that's his name now) is mentioned, he quickly quirks a brow. Unable to hide his confusion to the point that there's not an ounce of relief shown on his features once the girls leave. ]

What have I done? [ He's not offended, it's a genuine question.

Sorry he's good, he's hot, he's fresh, he's fly -- ]

Apologies for being attractive.

[crystallomancy]

( Yeah you better be. )

Girls have fragile hearts and even more fragile sensibilities when it comes to boys they LIKE. I'm only cautioning you against becoming too much of a commodity for their SAKES. ( He doesn't care about Hajun, he cares about the sensitive maiden hearts of their NPC friends. Though... thoughtful. ) I suppose if you did break their HEARTS, my business would inCREASE...

( ..................... )

Do as you WISH. ( yeah that lasted ten seconds. HE DOES CARE ABOUT GIRLS, but it isn't as if his business is actually going to sink if they cry a little. It's probably okay. ) You owe me for the assistance now THOUGH. Would you like to pay the debt back immediateLY, or do you want to take an IOU?

i. i cant resist

[loyalbreed]

[ Help? Oh yes of course, he will help. ]

Good day Ladies! [ The group becomes larger now, and the girls who were fawning over Gawain now follow after him. Corralling themselves into a bigger group, mixed of individuals who adored either male before them. Gawain of course, takes it upon himself to enjoy the attention and it would seem the other were not pleased by it. He is not so daft to ignore that, however he does in fact decide to make it worse before it gets better.

Offering a single hand he takes Hajuns fingers into his and then resting upon his knees. Like a knight would to a King, holds them tenderly whilst he loos up about him. ]

Good Sir, would you see me befit of your attention and go with me to class.

[ The girls scream louder. They are distracted. If they wanted to leave now they probably could. ]

[rhymed]

[ If his morning could get any worse, he honestly doesn't... wanna see it happen. This alone is enough to make his blood boil; the girl talk, their collective coo's and ahh's difficult to tone out. Especially when they begin to group up, swooning over the both of them --

Only for this to happen.

Hajun's moves like it's natural, his expression easing into familiarity. Like Gawain had been a knight that's aided him since the day he was born; disgustingly brilliant. His fingers curl in just slightly, accepting. ]

You're the only one suitable -- anyone else and I would have to painfully reject.

[ The girls shrill in unison, imaginations and whispers running wild as he waits for the older to stand back on his feet. He hates this. But he drops his hand soon after and begins to walk away, waving at the girls goodbye and waiting until they round the corner for him to sigh. ]

It's too early for all of this.

[loyalbreed]

[ It seemed the distraction sufficed, and the woman's enamor of them both. Continued on into other moments, in tandem with each other. When the other stepped away, Gawain had rose and followed after diligently. If not silent. There was no need for him to speak but when the other sighed. Gawain merely comments, rather warmly with an eager statement in mind to what it was that occurred. ]

Oh? Was it? It seems as if you are a natural to such things, you've had me fooled. [ Not really, he's making peace and subjecting himself to the circumstance. He has no care to hold pride over anything, he is content merely as things were. ] At least they will not pester you for the time being, rejoice.

[rhymed]

Rejoice?

[ Hajun pauses, looking back at the man.

He teased when saying he was a prince, but this person seemed to have taken up the role of a knight seriously. From his poise to his choice of words, everything radiates with the brilliance of a man who has sworn his life into acting chivalrous. But he also just assumes... that he's probably a roleplayer? ]

I guess you're not wrong. Though I do owe you, at least -- have you had breakfast already?

[ He can probably (kindly) bully someone into giving him a sandwich. ]

iii

[dereban]

A girl's gotta eat, after all.

[The answer is a little dry, but it's not sarcastic in the slightest bit, hands resting on her hips.]

Is there a problem with that?

[rhymed]

Hm. [ Hajun hums lightly, resting his chin in his palm. ] Not at all.

You could do with a little more weight -- chubbier cheeks would look cute.

[dereban]

... I'm not that skinny.

[She is very much aware of her weight, thank you very much!!]

Or what, is that the kind of girl you're into? If that's the case... [Inaba just grimaces, not wanting to even dare finish that sentence.]