#ғᴏʀᴍᴀʟᴅᴇʜʏᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪʟʟɪᴇs [ic]

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Hisashi shivered, his slightly bony back exposed by the costume he was wearing, his mouth, nose and one eye covered by a leather mask. It seemed to be from that manga his brother liked, but he couldn’t remember the character’s name. To make things worse, he was now locked out of the mortuary...

“I can’t believe he put his own little brother in... this.”

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“A cookie will be given to the first person to correctly explain to me the difference between a coffin and a casket. Go.”

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Hisashi, banging pots and pans together:

“CORPSES ARE NOT TYPICALLY DANGEROUS, THEY WILL NOT KILL YOU, CORPSES ARE YOUR FRIENDS! CORPSES ARE LESS DANGEROUS THAN LIVING HUMANS!”

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“HELP, HE’S GOT ME! HEEEEELP!”

“Mikoto... Fooled you.”

“What?!”

“I am not going to murder you, I was only joking! Happy Halloween!”

“... I’m telling dad, you little psycho!”

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@shsladvicecolumnist said: "A-Are you alright?"

“My little Hisa’s trying to kill me! I know the Kaneki Ken costume was too far, but I don’t deserve to die! It sounds like he has a fucking axe! I’m too pretty to be chopped into pieces!”

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“I REALLY LOVE HOW NO ONE SEEMS TO BE A GOOD CITIZEN IN THIS SCHOOL, GUESS I’LL DIE AT THE HANDS OF MY LITTLE BROTHER, THANK YOU!”

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@diviisus said: "Happy Halloween! I hope you have a nice night!"

“In all honesty, I’ve had better!”

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“Why should I have to bother with a nonsensical holiday? Why must I dress up, go and socialise... I honestly would prefer to work. I do work with corpses, so I suppose that is regarded as somewhat spooky...”

“You do that everyday. C’mon bro, get into the spirit of things; I am...”

“Miko-nii... Isn’t dressing up as a zombie a little disrespectful in a morgue? Honestly, and I’m the stupid one...”

“Step right up, guys! Time to shove my little brother into a costume!”

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@gutspoken | continued from here

Hisashi had been walking back to school from the bookshop in town, grateful that the store also sold umbrellas when the rain had started to pour. He wasn’t wearing a coat, definitely not anticipating the foul weather, and his thin frame shivered in the cold air; despite his three piece suit. His nose wrinkled as he surveyed the gloomy scenery, attempting not to let the puddles of water on the road soak his sock and make him even colder; it was unpleasant enough as it was.

That was when he saw the girl without an umbrella, soaked through and cold. Now that was a worse situation, definitely, and he stopped mentally cussing out the weather; instead, he walked towards her, and offered his umbrella.

He didn’t want to invade the girl’s personal space, so was stood with a reasonable distance back. Unfortunately, that also meant that he wasn’t covered; rain water getting in his eyes and plastering his wet hair to his forehead in a matter of moments. Luckily, she’d stepped closer fairly quickly, and he could go under the umbrella once more.

“My apologies if this was a little too forward,” He began.

“You looked cold...”

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“Friendly reminder that corpses are your friends, no matter what time of year. Goodnight everyone!”

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Hisashi tapped her foot impatiently as she waited in line at the local coffee shop. She only wanted a normal coffee, but it seemed that everyone in line wanted something more complex, with pointless latte art and other such things. If she could stand the taste of instant coffee, or could justify buying a coffee machine to herself, she wouldn’t have to deal with this. But... That wasn’t the case.

The line was too slow, however. She couldn’t stand waiting in line anymore, and promptly stepped out of line to go home, when she almost bumped into someone carrying their own purchase.

“M-my apologies, I did not see you there,” She blurted, panicked that she could have made someone drop their drink, and possibly scald themselves...

“I should have looked where I was going...”

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Hisashi hissed as she attempted to move her foot, sitting on the floor in a hallway that might as well have been abandoned. She knew running was a bad idea in her new shoes, yet she’d wanted to get to the biology lab quickly and did so anyway.

Of course, rather than simply getting in trouble with the hall monitor, she fell. The heel, small though it was, wasn’t something she was used to, and her ankle gave way with a sickening crack!

She’d managed to gather herself up from the ungraceful heap she’d landed in, now sitting upright, but unable to stand up. The throbbing pain in her ankle stopped her from putting any weight on it, and she didn’t know if she could struggle to either her room or the nurse’s office by herself...

In a fortunate turn of events, she finally spotted someone not to far away. She didn’t know if they’d actually help, but there was no harm in asking. “Excuse m-me!” She called out to them, still choking a little on the pain, tremors running through her thin form, “I am t-terribly sorry, but I have hurt my ankle...”

“Could you please help me...”

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Hisashi sighed, chin resting on her hands as she slouched over the table. This felt... uncomfortable. Talking to a stranger about things relating to her work... Or, she supposed, just to a stranger in general, really. 

Mikoto was actually the one to tell her about this... Pink Lemonade Royalty character, being an avid reader of their advice column himself. It wasn’t like Hisashi didn’t trust her big brother, but... Well, no. Not when his advice was to see someone she didn’t know about getting advice. She gave him points for originality, but still... For someone so smart, he had very little advice to give his dear little sibling - or, he just wanted Bland Whitaker’s autograph...

“I am sorry for bothering you with this petty matter, Whitaker-san, but I would like to know the best way to approach a supervisory figure about a change in policy that you are not happy with...” She sighed, finally managing to speak up properly, “I have my own methods, but they want me to change them to suit my current supervisor’s own. I am very uncomfortable with the new practices, but do not know how to bring it up in the appropriate manner...”

“Hence, asking for advice.”

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@cleanhope said: “Is it butter?”

“... No, Yukizome-sensei, it is not butter.”

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Hisashi was nervous that she was being ignored when the other boy didn’t respond, feeling a little too self-conscious. It was also something she should do, going to gym class, and she’d follow through with it. Still, it was a little embarrassing; standing in the hallway, lost, in her t-shirt and skort that felt much too short. It was better than the girls’ “shorts”, but she was only willing to show skin when she was too hot. However, the boy turned around. A delayed reaction was better than no reaction, she supposed; at least this way, she’d be able to find her way.

That was when the wave of words came rushing over her. It only confused her more, if she was honest, and she was about to ask him to slow down before he offered the alternative. That could work…

“If… you do not mind,” She nodded shyly, “But if you have other things to attend to, I understand. I should be able to find my way around campus by now, anyway…”

“I… usually skip physical education…”

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Hisashi sighed as he walked into the mess hall, regretting the fact that he didn’t put up more of a fight about going to camp. His body was covered in bug bites, he was certain, and he’d been so cold and uncomfortable during the night that he’d barely had any sleep. 

It seemed that issue wasn’t uncommon, seeing as there were several campers drinking coffee - some looking even younger than himself...

He just got his food quietly, avoiding the caffeine like his mother asked him to, and taking a seat at a random table. He nearly flopped onto the bench, slouching and eyes glazed, but he still sat up straight and attempted to breach politeness.

“Ohayou Go- I mean... Good morning.”