mineo.

[enfangs]

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[sengokus]

[he's just laughing a bit, apparently enjoying himself]

Come on, I didn't start taking them out just to suffer from the same ones again.

[enfangs]

[it takes a while for his blush to fade, though he at least manages to focus on the needles again before then.]

Geez, what was that shoe, a fuckin' porcupine?

[sengokus]

[nerd! nerd!!!!! white is cute....]

.... well, we still have stuff left to solve. These are kinda the last bits of evidence we got, right?

[enfangs]

[no!!]

Well, let me know if staring at the cactus needles gives you any answers.

[it's deadpan, but after a few moments, his expression shifts into something guiltier.]

... Sorry. I... think I was the first person who took some scalpels, but I didn't keep track of how many we started with.

[sengokus]

[ . . . . oh.]

.... you still have yours?

[enfangs]

Yup. All three.

[good thing molly and grace didn't ransack his room too much, or else they would've found them.]

[sengokus]

Then that's all I care about.

[that he doesn't have to doubt white]

... why do you have three?

[enfangs]

Well, I usually carry a bunch of knives on me for throwing purposes, and they work better for that than kitchen knives.

[sengokus]

[he looks thoughtful about it before sighing]

... okay. Fine. Keep your scalpels, I won't tell anyone.

[enfangs]

Thanks, Mom.

[sengokus]

Shut up.

I'm just saying I won't rat you out.

[enfangs]

You're free to. I'll just make sure to hide 'em better if you do.

[sengokus]

[ . . . he just sighs and repeats again, more firmly]

.... I won't.

[enfangs]

[...]

All right, all right. I got it.

[sengokus]

[nods]

So long as you understand.

[ . . . ]

I think we got closer this time, at least. Not close enough but.... closer.

[enfangs]

[as he starts pushing the picked out needles into a pile—]

Some progress is better than none, I guess.

[sengokus]

[he nods slowly]

... yeah. I think people really gave their best effort and everything.

[enfangs]

We'll see how much that's worth in the end.

[sengokus]

... something, hopefully.

[a beat]

You know, I think that whoever killed Kaan-san and Starphase-san might be the same person.

[enfangs]

What makes you say that?

[sengokus]

I ran it by Greed-san but...

You know - everything in the jail cell felt like it could've related to Starphase-san's murder. The air getting harder to breathe. The prayer of a man. And so I was thinking... the toblerones could've been something, right? We never talked about them again.

And Greed-san said that some of our clues that we get on curfew night can lead us to suspects too.... so we could connect the two murders, right?

[enfangs]

I guess that makes sense...?

[mineo is asking the wrong person to throw murder theories against]

Dunno if he was a religious guy, but it's not like we talked much. [a beat.] By the way, Wrath might get annoyed if you keep digging into the jail cell.

[sengokus]

[he tilts his head]

Wrath....? How come?

[enfangs]

[a pause, as he calls out to the ceiling—]

Wrath, if you're seeing this, don't set me on fire!

[...]

Think it might have to do with 'em. They insisted pretty hard that they knew nothing, but...

[white makes a gesture that suggests it came off as the complete opposite, in fact.]

[sengokus]

[oh my god]

..... okay.

[ . . . ]

I wanna investigate - but I can talk to them about it. I know it's pretty delicate, so I won't push... but I'm just looking for any answers I can around here.