week 01, tuesday, evening

[hopefragment]

[it's getting worse. at breakfast, exhausted, he'd closed his eyes for a moment and jolted awake less than a minute later, fully convinced he'd slept until lunch. he'd gone through the rest of the day trying to keep himself within easy sight of the clocks, just to try to keep a grip on himself. it's so, so dull, though he doesn't dare risk letting that show. after everything he'd said about not letting these motives affect them, there's no way he can crack so soon.

maybe he just needs to talk to some more people? he could go back to his room and sleep, but its far too disorienting to let that happen. instead, on his way up the stairs, he pauses and instead of heading to the second floor, starts walking down the first hallway. he'd wanted to speak to inaba yesterday, but hadn't made time. maybe she has some free time now?

it's a little uncertain, but he raises his hand to knock on her door.]

Hey, Inaba? It's Hinata. You in here?

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[dereban]

[ She'd answer in reply, but he wouldn't hear it through the soundproof walls. When the door opens up, he'll notice that she is definitely in her room. The first few things he might notice is that, one: her hair's wet, suggesting that she just got out of the shower; and two, she's wearing this dress instead of her school uniform for once. ]

Sorry, I didn't keep you waiting, did I? I've been using my laptop to keep track of the time but with this shit happening I can't tell if everyone's perception of time is still exactly the same or if it's just... [ A shrug. ] Anyway, did you want something?

[ She's okay if it's just to hang out, too; killing time is Important after all. ]

[hopefragment]

Ah, sorry-! If you're busy, I can come back.

[What's with that outfit?? Come on, it's way too cold for something that revealing (thinks the boy who was on a tropical island). Do you want his sweater?]

I was just... all we've got is time, so I thought it might not be a bad idea to talk.

[dereban]

...

[ She rubs at the nape of her neck. She isn't really cold, but then again, she has the warm shower to blame. It felt like she was in there forever, which is great.

Ahem. Moving along. ]

I'm not busy, so if you want to talk, let's talk inside.

[hopefragment]

Sure... thanks.

[He just kind of gives a little nod of thanks at being let in, eyes flicking over her room looking for anything interesting or significant. Anything different in here other than the laptop that might make it stand out from any other room?]

So... how're you holding up, Inaba?

[dereban]

[ It's pretty much more or less the same as any other room, layout-wise, really.

But when he asks that question, her lips slowly (at least, it feels even more slowly) quirk into a tired smile before closing the door once he's inside. ]

I learned that 60 FPS looks even slower now. [ That's not answering the question, however. ]

But... I'm- [ Fine? Not really. ] I'm alive, that's all that matters right now. What about you? You haven't gotten bored already, have you?

[hopefragment]

FPS... that has to do with a computer display, right?

[Bless him, whatever his talent is, it didn't come with an extensive background in computing.

He can't help but laugh a little quietly at her question, though, rubbing a hand through his hair and shifting to rest against the door instead of stay standing up straight. Now that he's inside, he looks exhausted and drained.]

Is there anyone here who isn't bored? [he asks rhetorically, shaking his head.] But yeah, everyone's still alive. That's all I can ask for.

[dereban]

Frames per second. It's usually used in gaming to show how fast or slow a game is.

[ And even if his question is rhetoric, she plainly answers: ]

I'm not bored. Ah, don't get me wrong - it isn't as if I'm not affected by all this crap, but I have plenty of shit on my mind so I don't have to be bored. [ She shrugs her shoulders, nonchalant. ] I spend most of my time coming up with theories and back doors... and figuring people out; the latter is kind of my hobby, actually. Like for example, I would have thought that you would have taken this time trying to figure out the mystery behind your profile.

[hopefragment]

Oh, is that so...?

[In answer to the frames per second, anyway. When she goes on about theories and back doors, he actually looks somewhat interested; until she finishes with that, anyway, and his expression immediately sours.]

If you're trying to question me to figure out what's going on with my profile, trust me. I don't know any more than you do about it.

[dereban]

Why don't you know, then? I'm sorry for making assumptions but you don't have amnesia, do you?

[hopefragment]

...How should I know? That's one of the things that comes with amnesia.

[He's on the defensive now. He just came to have a nice chat and he's honestly feeling so attacked right now??]

I've been told that it's common to forget things during times of high stress. I don't know about you, but this would definitely qualify.

[dereban]

Is that so...

[ She gazes off into the distance, as if that's relevant to her. ]

I wonder if it's really that common, though. [ A shrug, and then a sigh. ] But that's probably not what you came here for. Did you want something?