Horkit (COTE)

Wichikaiwa!!(Idfk what this means but whatever)

So Ike's play was...surprisingly good. It was a comedy story that got a whole lot a people laughing. Even me when they say some witty puns despite the groans it got from the audience. I don't know, I guess my sense of humor is just different.

But surprisingly, It was Ike that carried the whole thing, or particularly, the standout one. Neither, me nor Sudo or anyone in our class knew that he could act, but, er, you go, Ike! Anyways, Now, he's doing an improv scene where the audience gets to take part in it. It was like a comedy club, but not really.

Ike begins, "So first, we need a historical event! Who's got a historical event?" He asks the audience. I, of course, do my part and speak up loud and proud! But, unfortunately, I said probably the most outta pocket one ever as I say with the straightest face, out loud and without any hesitation-

"The Holocaust."

Guess who's getting the award for being 'the most outta pocket gal' this year? I hear quiet, shocked gasps from all around the audience after I say that. Sudo especially pales and gives me slacked-jaw face beside me. Even Ike was caught off-guard. "Oookay, maybe something else, uh...ooh! Let's start with a person! Who's got a person?" He swiftly saves, asking another question and changing the topic.

"Anne Frank."

"O-okay, for reals, guys! For realsies! Who's got a person?" Ike stutters, sweat starting to drip from his forehead. But you know what? Fuck it! Let's go all the way! It's too far to back down now!

"Anne Frank on the Holocaust."

Ike oh-so subtly gestures to the crowd within my vicinity before gesturing the the other side of the audience far from where I'm at. "A-alright, we've heard from the crowd over here, l-let's give the guys over here a chance." Oh screw you! "Um, how about a location! Who's got a location?" He, once again, changes the topic. Hmm, this maaaay be a stretch, but I don't think he really likes my sense of humor.

"The palaces of Genghis Khan."

Ike finally addresses me. "O-okay, ma'am, seriously, I just need a location." Huh? 'Ma'am'? Heh, bro is feeling a little elegant today, huh? 'Bout to make me feel like I want to reply back with 'Why, yes, sire, I shall provide you with thus suitable locations.' But I don't because I don't wanna hog the spotlight all to myself! Besides, I'm helping him improve. Anyways, I answer yet again-

"Hiroshima and Nagasaki."

Ike claps his hands and says...exactly what I didn't say. Far from it. "Okay, I hear 'Starbucks'!"

"No you didn't. Nobody said Starbucks."
"Alright, Starbucks! Who here is into Starbucks?"

"Adolf Hitler."

Ike finally looks at me, his face defeated. "...You're a monster, Horikita."

I sputtered. This ungrateful little-! Can't he see I'm trying to help him with his improv!? "I'm giving you the materials, pal! Make some fucking comedy!" I retorted irritably.

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Soon after the play ended, I walked to my dorm room with Sudo beside me, utterly dismayed after my...appropriate responses during the play. "Well, that was better than I expected!" I proclaim, wanting to engage a conversation. Sudo only gives me the blankest look.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asks blatantly. I shrugged, "Many things!" I said, probably way more excited and proudly than I needed to be. "It started with sleep deprivation, then it got to overworking, then my lacking social skills, my self-deprecating humor, then-"

"O-Okay! Okay! You didn't need to actually explain what the hell is wrong with you!" Sudo sputters. He sighs while caressing his forehead in frustration. "Look, just don't do that again." He said as if that pathetic warning as if it's actually going to stop me.