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Hilarious Sleuth
"Of course Mura-kun is not a liar." He said off-handedly, as a passing comment in an absent-minded attempt to appease the short girl, but altogether losing interest in discussing implications of murder and whether there was even any evidence about the matter. They had already gone over everything they could smooth out and decided to give the situation the benefit of the doubt; he wasn't going to go any further down the road of somber statements and risk offending the group any further. Partly out of his own common sense and partly out of consideration, not fear, for Sakura. It was apparent to him that any more of this talk could somehow trigger the girl into lashing out at, most likely, him. He scoffed under his breath toward the end of the girl's over-the-top display of bravado and her reassurance that Akagi and she would save him, his eyes losing the glint in them at the mention of the younger male's name. "Perhaps I'll keep being a Slender Minion in that case..." He muttered to himself as he slipped his hand into his pocket and turned his abdomen directly in Joe's direction. "You can call me Kuri-san if you like. It's easier to say than blue-haired guy." He added lastly as his other hand went to his chin and looked dispassionately at the blind male.
His body seemed to tense up in response to Kenichi's mentioning of the club's past activities back in the old days. What Kenichi so desperately tried to avoid talking about was mentioned nonchalantly by an excited Doe and the dark-haired senior could only do so much to stop himself from smacking the boy upside the head. Physical pain ran through his body as he flinched. "I... don't know about parallel dimensions. That seems more like something the Mad Scientist Club would talk about. Haunted rides, however- Ero?" A cold sweat ran down Kenichi's back at the unexpected mention of the unrelated word. He stared holes at Joe with his deadpan glance as he reached for a book and ran his fingers against it. Atsui, perhaps, was what he meant. Yeah, that's what he meant. "... Eyup, quite the conversation starter back in the day. And now again." This time, he couldn't stop himself from smiling an awkward smile, just hoping to get out of this situation as soon as possible. And then it happened.
Kenichi wasn't quite sure if the two were in on the joke, if there was some new anime going on that Meiko was emulating and Joe, as a good sport, went along with a reenactment of a certain scene or if the two individuals were just equally as bonked in the head, but regardless of the context in the situation, which wasn't one he cared to get, Kenichi's desire to escape the roof only intensified. He'd figured Meiko as a girl with an active imagination, given their earlier back-and-forth banter, but Joe had seemed like a down-to-earth guy, enough for Kenichi to have an actual civilized conversation with, if only lacking in manners of presence. But this proved him all kinds of wrong.
'WHO TOLD YOU?!' ... 'Persona!'
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"... Sakura-san, I'll be at Otou-san's gym, so tell me once you're free to talk. I have no pressing business to attend to, so just..."
Sweat.
"... give me a call whenever you're available."
And with that, the male swimmer took of on a fast jog and waved his hand to the group as he reached the door and grabbed it, not allowing himself the chance to properly apologize or say farewell in his haste to leave. He couldn't find anything proper after the embarrassing display of the two youngsters in bodies of teenagers.
Kenichi tries to Discuss with Joe. His Common Sense is too high, however.
Kenichi watches Meiko and Joe enact some scene from an anime he's never watched. Embarrassment rises greatly.
Kenichi leaves.
Kenichi watches Meiko and Joe enact some scene from an anime he's never watched. Embarrassment rises greatly.
Kenichi leaves.
