week 04, sunday, 9pm

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[Or thereabouts timewise, anyway. He's not exactly looking at a clock right now, but... after learning the truth about Vegeta's selishness and after that execution... he can't just stay in his room waiting until the next motive. He'd thought about going to bother Faize, but, well, he'd already seen him with a Certain Princess and he's definitely not stupid enough to try to interrupt whatever might be going on there.

So after a while of just kind of laying helplessly in bed, he eventually rolls out and exits his room, shoving his keys into his pocket, but not bothering to put any shoes other than his slippers. Why would he?? He's only going a few doors down to knock on #208. Hopefully she's here...?]

Uh... Roxy? It's Hajime.

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[muties]

[ Seriously, did anyone expect just how selfish and stupid Vegeta was going to turn out to be? Roxy's not sure if she hopes this week's dumb motive will be dumber or not. Would it help if the murderer almost seemed justified? Though, that's impossible probably.

It's only 9pm, so she's still awake. She usually uses this time to continue her shitty wizardfic featuring someone named Phase, who is clearly not their resident space wizard. This week's chapter sure does include sloppy kissing with a princess clearly not Alisha named Alice.

So lucky for Hinata, Roxy is indeed home. She's not expecting any company. Maybe Inaba is back for more roomfriending. Or it's someone deciding to get in their murder early this week. Either way, she's answering the door in her (actual sleep time) pajamas. ]

Oh, hey! [ Presumably, Hinata's not about to murder anyone on a Sunday, so she'll just lean against her doorframe. ] 'Sup, Hajime?

[hopefragment]

[While he might be in slippers, he's still mostly dressed in comparison! Just his perpetual jeans, and it seems he's abandoned the sweater to just wear the button-down shirt with his tie. Casual Wear... or something. He's just spent so long wearing something like his uniform that it feels weird to walk around in anything but.

He does look a little surprised to see her in her pajamas, though, holding up a hand as if to make it obvious he's not here to murder her.]

Oh... hey. Sorry, were you getting ready for bed? It's nothing important, I can talk to you in the morning.

[muties]

Oh, no, it's fine! I just figured it'd be more comfy to layabout in these than in my clothes.

[ Which for Sunday was a sweater and jeans herself. Not exactly comfy lounging clothes. ]

If you're willing to walk all the way down the hall in the middle of the night it must be important.

[hopefragment]

What, you don't think I'd walk a couple doors down just because?

[He just shrugs and laughs self-deprecatingly through his nose. Even he knows that's kind of silly.]

But... if you're not busy, there is something I wanted to talk to you about. Um, can I come in...?

[Or we can just chill in the hallway. Either way.]

[muties]

To visit lil' ol me? Nah.

[ She steps out of the way and waves for him to enter. ]

Welcome to my humble abode, make yourself at home.

[ Enter at your own risk. It's cleaner than, say, Undyne's BUT THAT'S A LOW BAR TO PASS... Really, she doesn't have enough stuff to make it too messy, but there is at least one or two piles of clothes in the corners. ]

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Here I am, though.

[Just gotta point that out as he nods and enters, looking around curiously. He's in a girl's room for something other than a murder investigation? It's kind of weird!

Hopefully he doesn't get glitter all over her things, because of course it's still in his hair from their room search. Just going to leave his slippers by the door and move toward whichever bed seems less likely that she'd slept on, if he can tell, so he can take a seat.]

But... thanks. I know it's... kind of abrupt, but I was talking to Poland last week... about meaningful connections? And I thought, you know... even if "roomfriends" was a total disaster, [It wasn't a total disaster, but it hurt Urashima? So that makes it enough of a disaster to qualify as Never Again,] there's no reason why a bunch of us can't get together earlier in the week to just... hang out for a night. What do you think?

[muties]

[ Roxy does not care about glitter, at least. She flops back onto her bed which is obviously the one she's slept in since it's completely unmade and has a pile of clothes and papers at the end. ]

Yeah, Faize and I were talkin' about the same thing-- that if people were bros, they'd be less likely to stab each other in the face. [ Probably, anyway. ]

Like... a sleepover? [ Her eyes light up. ] That is the best idea you've ever had! And you've had some pretty great ideas!

[hopefragment]

[Isn't it... "stab each other in the back?"]

Ah--

[He scratches his cheek with a bit of an embarrassed smile when she says he's had good ideas, just shrugging sheepishly.]

Well... I mean, I talked to Faize about it, too. Did you know he's never had an actual sleepover?

[Has... Roxy, for that matter? What with the whole weird situation she grew up in...]

But that's exactly it. Someone I respect a lot tried to do something similar once. It definitely can't hurt, right? We can just... get a bunch of the people our age together, play some games, hang out. Not really a party, but... a distraction.

[A motive to help them all get along, he realizes belatedly, and he has to fight to keep his lips from turning downward.]

We could pull some of the mattresses from this floor into my room maybe? Do you think the other girls would go along with that?

[LAUGHS Urashima and Yoite the lone other teen boys aside from the elf kink pair.]

[muties]

[ No you stab friends in the back, you stab not friends in the face! ]

Really? Geeze, even I've had a sleepover. With just Janey, but.

[ Can we count the roomfriends thing as a sleepover, too... ]

Sure! And it sounds like fun. There's a lot of teens like us, so it'd be kinda a party. A good party! With pajamas and pillows and things!

[ Look, that's a good motive. Get along, no murder, damn it. ]

I would think so? We can ask easy enough. We might need a list. I don't think the girls would mind too much, even the prudish ones afraid of boys. There's like, three or four of you teen boys now.

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[He's not counting roomfriends, no... though maybe Roxy's was more fun and sleepover-like than his with Faize.

He brightens with her enthusiasm, nodding along with her suggestions and tugging his profile book out of his pocket.]

Yeah, a list might not be a bad idea... and I guess figuring out who would even have fun at something like this is important, too. And...

[He pauses, grin fading into his more characteristic concern.] I... wanted to check something else with you, too. It kind of has to do with your motive from last week.

[muties]

[ She was roomfriends with Inaba, how much fun do you think they could have had. (If only Hinata had come and played Inaba's weird sex video games, then it would have been a party. A highly disturbing party.) ]

Um, everyone. And if they wouldn't have fun, we'll make them.

[ Oh, geeze, this sounds less fun. Her enthusiasm wanes, and she sits up, tucking her legs beneath her. Here she was hoping no one noticed her varied flashes of disaster from last week's motive. ]

What about it?

[hopefragment]

Well, some people aren't really the party type...

[But he's quiet as she sits up, clearly wrestling with what he wants to say. It's... not something that's any of his business, really, when it comes down to it. But when it comes to Roxy, well... it's a party for everyone, sure, but he wants to make extra sure that she has fun, too.]

Well, I mean, I couldn't help but notice... Jeez. [He runs a hand through his hand, wishing vainly that he were any kind of eloquent.] Like, people can bring stuff to parties, and I don't know, I don't want you to end up put in an awkward situation, you know? [No, Hinata, you're barely making sense.]

Basically I'm asking... if anyone brings alcohol, do you want me to get rid of it? Dump it out or tell people not to bring it, I mean. I want you to have fun too, so...

[muties]

[ Roxy waits for the Point here, head tilted slightly.

And. Oh. It's about. Ah. Yeah, that. That. She fidgets uncomfortably for a moment, picking a point on the floor to stare at. So much for the hope that no one had noticed that shit, it is officially in the toilet with the spaghetti. ]

Oh, uh. I mean, it's not really my business what... everyone else gets up to? It's not like everyone has my [ vague gestures ] issues, I guess?

I can stay away from the shit and try and help keep anyone from gettin' blackout drink, at least.