My lil egoist

Chapter 7: The adventure, pt2.

He got up from the dirty, molded floor, phone recording in his left hand as he hunched over to get a better view of the object. The item was visibly evident on the recording mobile. The wood looked to be agarwood, so the person who used to own it must've been well off. It was a wooden dildo hidden underneath a large stack of papers in the bottom drawer of the worn-out desk.

The antic item looks hands-down like it's been through the Tohoku Earthquake with how used it was. Zooming in to get a better shot, he saw something that made him stop in his tracks. Isagi noticed his strange behavior and asked him what was wrong. "Uhh-bro... Am I trippin', or can you also see what's on there?" He approached me and gently pushed me aside as he gave it a closer look. Shock twisted his features, freezing him into a silent, horrified gaze. "I-Is that-What the fuck!" He whined. "Bro, Tai, please don't tell me it is what I think it is." Kagami sensed the urgency in Isagi's tone. They hadn't come here for this, not to uncover a teacher's after-hours activities, certainly not amidst the horror they'd initially expected with Hanako-san. Fuck, now he's scarred for life. Just the thought of the possibility of his teachers also being like that repulsed him. He could almost feel the vomit arise, burning his throat.

However, amidst the chaos, the absurdity of the situation hit him so unexpectedly that he couldn't help but burst into laughter. In mere moments, Isagi joined in, and soon both of them were convulsing with laughter, reaching a point where Kagami felt certain it transcended simple amusement. It sounded more like cackling, Isagi was choking as he held the edge of the desk for balance.

"Should we take it with us as a memorial?" Hmm, that was a good question. He ran over the pros and cons. On the one hand, that would be funny, but on the other hand, there is also a chance that it was from a ghost, and that could cause problems. It probably wasn't, realistically, but it's always better to be safe than sorry.

"I don't know, man, stealing from a ghost house is like begging to get haunted. It may backfire on us. We should probably leave it here," He advised him.

"Nah, that probably won't happen... I hope." He stared at him, face blank, entirely unimpressed by his daredevil personality.

"You hope?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He struck the lottery with this dumbass. Kagami was certain that if there were an award for 'The Most Eccentric Best Friend of the Century,' Isagi would unquestionably win it. No one else came close to matching that level of eccentricity.

He looked at Isagi as he took the dildo from the drawer. Holding it in his hands, observing it. "What are you doing?"

"I'm attempting to discern whether it was used by a human or another entity."

He sounded so stupid it was making him lose hope in humanity.

He was beginning to get a little tired. They really shouldn't have stayed up until 7 a.m. Now, Kagami had to face the consequences. God, he hated facing the consequences of his actions. Looking around, he saw something that caught his attention. It was a rocking chair. "Hm, it looks comfortable enough." The chair was on the other side of the classroom; going there was, such a hassle. In his quest for a comfortable place to sit, he finally decided to place himself on the desk. The hard wood of the table chafed through his pants on his butt, but it will do.

"And how are you planning on doing that, Einstein?" Kagami asked him in a mocking tone, "Well, my friend," Isagi began to say as he let himself fall, now leaning against the wall, staring into Kagami's eyes with a shit-eating grin, eyes twinkling with mirth, the redhead's phone was capturing every moment of it, "First we need to look at the size, observe this thing with the eyes of a hawk. Next, we should examine the area for any clues it might offer. And finally—"