#nyhehehehe anyway

[ice-coffeeeee]

5 DAYS LEFT! but too what?

[itsa-lie]

(IM SO SORRY I NEVER GOT BACK TO YOU!!)

Breath hitched in her throat as she pressed her back further into the wall. She had been spotted. Oh god. Oh fuck.. The Ultimate Astronomer held her hands to her mouth tightly as she attempted to stop herself breathing for a moment, hoping in anyway he might assume she wasn't there.

His voice was getting closer, the things he was saying frightened her! Tears pricked her eyes as they rolled down her cheeks, just as his shadow got close enough- her fight or flight kicked in!

She jumped out and grabbed the figure, using all her strength to push him down into the floor. Her hands on his wrists holding him down as she glared down at the figure... However she soon realised her mistake as she noticed he was a high schooler just like her! "O-Oh my gosh! I-I'm I'm s-So so sorry!!" She wiped her eyes and quickly stood up in a panic.

((Hey no problem, take as long as you need too ^^))

His ears were very sensitive to small sounds so he could undeniably hear her fearful sobs. It wasn’t that he was trying to be mean, but he was this tiny boy in this big place knowing absolutely no one. The big scary act was the only way he knew to protect himself. Of course...that could be a lie and he was actually really like this.

“Aww you’re frightened~! Why are you so scared of little ol me? Was it the eight types of combat? C’mon, we don’t hafta make this more difficult than it already is. Unless this is a game...MARCO!” He stops for a second to wait for an answer. Instead he was greeted with silence. Kokichi puffed up his cheeks like an angered child.

“Awww, you’re supposed to say ‘Polo’! You suck at this game...” He expected a reaction, and nothing. The purple haired boy walks closer to where he heard the voice, continuing to say “Marco” as if he had his mind on only the game that only he himself was playing. That was until he sees something in the corner of his eye and before he knew it Kokichi was now pinned to the ground. For a millisecond he looked shocked but it was then replaced with a look of childish playfulness. “Well that’s not how you play the game, but I give you props for originality! Nyhehehehe!”

As soon as the girl stood up so did he, wiping the dirt and dust off his clothes. “You should be, do you know how hard it is to get dirt and grass off white clothing?”

He waited a little to see her reaction before giving another one of his infamous “Nyehehes”.

“Let me tell you a little about myself. sweetheart. I’m a liar. That was a lie.”

“...or was it?”