A Destructive Prank (An Oumeno Story)

An Oumenoish Digression

Jocular pettifoggery aside, you saw, reader, that these valiant bursts of digression led us into heralds of sensuous delights - here my loquacity overtook its due - and that the second instance of togetherness the odd due shall entertain will... Ah! I hear it! That sordid demand; the presentiment of lemons... Yes, okie-dokie, lemons you shall be given - but diluted: a lemonade stilted in taste with some quaint holy water for the remedying of that condition you, the lemon-begging-reader, are tormented by. Taking the cup with confessional chagrin, you'll find the lemonade moderate in its tinctures of amour - and conducive to a shameless life - and shall fully thank me for it. But I promised not to subject the reader's patience any longer- 

Kokichi found a letter in his-

Now that the story was permitted to progress a little, an imprescindible matter calls - something was leftover and I, for one, am at a loss about its recovery; there, among the thoughtful denizens of my brain, a strepent victim of forgetfulness prevails in their call for justice and it may be so that harkening to it will entwin this story in greater anfractuosity - but an anfractuosity of no diminution to the reader's pleasure. It is a farcical side-whim. In exchange, I promise the reader that future interjections on my part will be stripped to necessity and comport to the ease of reading - as long as the devil does not overcome me. 

Benumbed by a debilitating egritude since he woke up, Kokichi tossed his way towards Hope's Peak - walking to-and-fro, quite forgetful of his way, and greatly irritated by the need to conform himself to the etiquette of civil society. Before he entered the school, there already a pestering came from some grey-entity of a teacher - rebuking him for something that he couldn't contextually understand: the impassioned staccato of their voice meant that it was something serious, but the words all echoed, jumbled together, and only understandable individually - as to what their aim was, he would never find out. Fortunately, he said something, he didn't know what - and that sufficed to prevent a dismissal straight to the principal. 

So he pushed on with his stumbling wading through the battalions of his rather-overly-curious-about-his-appearance coevals; either eye or nose boogers marred his face, but face-washing right at the time of the bell would help little in altering his sickly grogginess - so it could be dispensed with. The hindered visibility and the winding school layout made him turn back, reverse the turning back, and reverse-reverse turning back, and on and on in his gawky, goop-faced gyrations. It is of no surprise, then, that upon being subjected to this lamentable madness for many tries, the reality shapeshifted and those around him, too, seemed to partake in its changes - they shrunk. For many years Kokichi hasn't witnessed such great numbers of equally-dwarfed persons, even so, even so - not a small number stood beneath him: a reversal more shocking than amusing. Was this the great shrinkage? Would everyone else undergo subatomic ant-ification, until he would be compelled to stay forever at home for the danger of stepping on someone by going outside? What would happen to the economy- 

At last, he reached a familiar place - familiar as he recalled that there was some business pertaining to it, but what that business was, he didn't remember. It was a hall and there, on a dais, perfect for drama performances, he witnessed the pathetic play-making of his dwarfish coevals - perhaps now they sought to drown their miseries in acting. He watched - sleepily. 

'Gaaah! I don't want to! I don't want to! You suck. Your idea sucks!' Bounced and shouted the sprightly, ginger dwarf. 

'You agreed to play that role yesterday, so I cannot conceive what made you change your mind so quickly,' a gawsy, suited, and combed dwarf solemnised. 

'Masaru's so... childish... I'd be happy... with any role,' the ghoulish, slightly hunched dwarf said. 

'Then go, be the dog! I ain't doing that for sure!'