Danganronpa: A Meaning of Meaning.

Chapter 1: Daily Life (II): Don't Leave the Flowers be.

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It sure is awkward walking alone in this school...

I went to the second floor of the practice building as the first floor didn't have any rooms open besides the confetti room i saw earlier.

It took me about 20 minutes to get here, though that might be influenced by my horrid sense of direction...

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I'll just say it wasn't.

Looking at the new door, I could see that it had an image of a rainbow surrounded by a sun, and clouds. It had the label "Ultimate Weather Girl's Lab."

Wonder if I should call her...

Opening the door, I walked inside to see a room that was set up like a news station broadcast, with a large camera, and a green screen area in the middle . The left corner had a bunch of screens on the wall that seemed to be broadcasting the weather? While the other corner had a dressing rack full of outfits suited for the weather, alongside a dressing room. There I saw a familiar face checking it out, though I don't think she noticed me...

"This would so like, look good on me..." Urara stated as she grabbed one of the outfits which seemed to be a coat fit for the winter season.

As she went to change however she turned around, and saw me.

"O-oh uh, you can do what you wanted to do. I'll leave if I'm interrupting-"

"Oh thank God, you're here, Twinky-boy." She interrupted me as she grabbed a bunch of outfits, placed them in a stack, and threw it all at me, causing me to fall. "Be a dear and like, hold this, 'kay?"

"O-okay.." I say, giving her a thumbs up from the floor.

"How do I look?" She went out wearing the winter coat.

I gave her another thumbs up from the floor since I couldn't actually see what she was wearing since my face was covered with stacks of clothes.

"Perfect!" As I got rid of the clothes on top of me, she threw me her Kumophone.

"Alright, now take a picture of me with this." She said, as she started posing while I helped myself stand up.

"Erhm...." I took the phone, as she stared at me expectantly.

Do you accept to be her cameraman
>Mom, and dad would be proud.
-Please no...

I took her Kumophone, and we both started doing a mini photoshoot. Since I did grow up in a family of photographers, I had a knack for this kind of stuff. Probably why all the old ladies in the club always asked me to take their pictures...

"Let's see..." She grabbed her phone off my hands in a quick motion, as she inspected the photos.

"Are they any good?" I asked her. A son of photographers probably shouldn't be bad at taking photos, right?

"Hm...for someone who didn't even know how to turn their Kumophone earlier, they're okay, I guess, Unfortunately, you didn't get my good side in some of these..."

"Oh...I'm sorry."

"Still better than my old photographer. though." She said, with a chuckle. "Oh well, more outfits await me!" She soon grabbed another piece of clothing which seemed to be a raincoat, and went towards the dressing room.

"F-forgive me for asking, but...is this really needed?" I asked her, as she went out of the dressing room, wearing her rain coat on top of her original outfit.