guestronpa | It's a terrible day in the neighborhood...

[Once again, the bulletain board sports a note after the trial. It's in Nephenee's handwriting, and reads:]

Heya, everyone.

Miss Hinawa, Alastor, and I are making the food this week for the bonfire. It'll be at the normal time.
If ya wanna bring something for it, feel free to. We wanna do something a bit more this week.

Let's continue on, and fight for our friends,
Nephenee

[Instead of the usual boxed and bagged snacks from the cabinets, this time tables have been dragged out of the mess hall and loaded with real food. Cookies, cupcakes, pies and other assorted freshly baked goods are laid out for those who need something sweet to counter the sour taste the trial left in everybody's mouth while a few entrees and sides sit out for anyone who has an appetite for dinner.

As before, paper plates are set out by the bonfire, six of them this time. Each of the dead other than Betrayus is represented by a sketch of their face taped to a stake holding the plate to the ground. Each plate has a cupcake and an omurice sitting on it, plus themed cookies: a bat for Ashley, a Pokeball for Clair, a pair of sunglasses for Yomiel, a microphone for Callie, a feather for Pittoo and a boxing glove for Mac.

Sitting alone on a piece of paper with Betrayus' face on it is a ghost cookie. Looks like he gets slightly more than bupkis this time.]

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[But that's in the evening. Hours before, Alastor's in the kitchen. His expression is difficult to read, in no small part thanks to his visor, but his tail is lashing from side to side as he walks around the room, gathering things from the cabinets and fridge and setting them on the table.

He once told someone making things helped him relieve stress...but it seems that's not quite enough to calm him down on its own this time.]

[Hinawa wanted- no, needed to cook right now. She had to do something productive, to create something with her hands. Once Shadow got her back on her feet, she felt energized and she had to keep moving. She wasn't a fighter, and not much of a detective, either, but she was a good cook. If there was one thing she could do, it was keep everyone healthy and their spirits high. And they needed it more than ever now.

In addition to making enough omurice to feed an army, she had three different kinds of cake baking at once and a huge pot of soup bubbling away on the stove.

She may be going just a bit overboard.]

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[Shadow followed Hinawa back to the main section of the camp, just to make sure she was going to be alright. Apparently the remaining students who could cook (amazingly, he might add) had taken it upon themselves to create a feast. Shadow isn't sure he's hungry... but he knows he needs to eat. He already got on Wiitney's case about it, and he couldn't be a hypocrite.

He looks at the "omurice" dish curiously. He pokes it with a fork]

What is this...? It has eggs in it, but... is it covered in ketchup?

[Alastor looks up from chopping vegetables and nods.]

Ketchup and eggs go together really well. I think those are stuffed with rice, too.

[Rice, eggs, and tomato ketchup...

He looks at Alastor dubiously]

You've never had omurice before? Oh, you're in for a treat!

[She cuts a bite off of a plate with a fork, then offers it to Mr. Edgehog.]

Here! I made plenty for everyone.

[Shadow looks at the bite of the... strange concoction. Honestly, it sounds like something Sonic would come up with. EGGS! KETCHUP! RICE!! WHATEVER'S IN MY KITCHEN MAN!

He sniffs it and then carefully places it in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully...

.... AH IT'S REALLY GOOD]

Told you.

[There's a weak attempt at a smug smirk.]

[he grumbles and eats the rest of it]

The texture is interesting. That's all.

[IT'S NOT LIKE HE LIKES THIS FOOD OR ANYTHING]

I knew you would like it.

[SMILE.]

Do you want me to draw anything particular on yours with the ketchup?

Drawn... on it...?

[how absurd. How perfectly absurd.

And completely adorable]

N-no... I'm fine...

Ah, okay. I'll just draw a smiley face, then.

[Which she does! Two dot for eyes, a curved line smile... and then she adds several zigzags around it. It's a smiley hedgehog.]

[Shadow watches, and when he sees the spines, he immediately realizes what it's supposed to be.

He feels his cheeks flush.

It's so cute]

[Following that hell of a trial, Nephenee had taken the girls back to their cabins, and, remembering the pain she'd seen in Alastor's eyes and body language, decided to grab something for him from her cabin. So, before they went to the kitchen, not long after the trial, there was a knock at his cabin. With her good hand, though, since she'd kind of had a wrap around her other one...]

Alastor? It's Nephenee...

[There's no response at the knock, it's not until she announces herself that footsteps click on the other side of the door and it creaks open just a bit. He doesn't open it all the way, though, not wanting anyone else to see him right now.

Instead he heads back into the room and sits down heavily on the couch.]

[She figured that...letting herself in, Nephenee immediately comes over and sits on the couch in a way that maximized hugging potential, being careful to avoid her hand, of course, when she does give him a wordless, big hug.]

[His helmet is off, tossed carelessly on his bed, and the tear streaks on his face have been smeared as if he tried to wipe them off before they stopped coming. His eyes are flickering between bright and dim, an effect that makes it look rather like they're lit by candles.

When she hugs him, he wraps his arms around her in return, holding her tight. There's a desperation in it that doesn't show easily in his experssion through all of the other warring emotions, but with his arms around her it feels like he might be afraid to let go again.]

[Oh Alastor...it hurts so much to see you like this. To feel the way he clings to her - not that she isn't back, because she is - hurts worse, and she shifts so he can lay his head on her shoulder...well, as much as he can with her armor on. Not before she presses a kiss to his forehead, though.]

Alastor...

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[He's trying not to cry on her, but it's hard right now. His emotions are such a mess, for once he's glad his powers are weakened. He doesn't want to know what he'd be doing to the weather in this state normally. He still has to take a moment to clear his throat before he can even speak hoarsly.]

Thanks...

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