The New Motive

That "Drinks or Some Shit" Miu Was Talking About

Once again, I am so sorry for this. May our lord and savior Atua bless your souls and lend you eye bleach. But on another note, what kind of pet do you guys want because I have literally no idea. And for anyone who was upset at me for not liking Angie, I actually love her design and plan on doing a pregame cosplay of her, since I'm not really comfortable in her in game outfit. So I'll post pictures here if you'd like once I do that.

Sorry, I was being lazy, so I just copy/pasted the last part of the last chapter for anyone who didn't read it, so you still get the info. And if you couldn't already tell, I got lazy on the title, too. Sorry.

"Goodmorning, Shu," Kokichi smiled, sitting cross legged on the bed next to him as he opened his eyes the next morning.

"Oh, morning," he replied, moving to sit up with him somewhat uncomfortably.

"Sore?"

"A little," he admitted. "But I'll be alright."

"That's good. We've got to go meet up with the others this afternoon, remember?"

"The othe- oh, right. I forgot, Irima mentioned something like that before we left."

"Mm-hmm. Are you gonna be able to go? I could tell them them you're sick or something if you're not up to it, they'd probably see through out though, you know, 'cause I'm a liar. But I'd make it work."

"No, it's okay. I should be fine. Uh, when is it?"

"Like, noon thirty, I think," he guessed, grabbing his phone to check. "Yeah."

"Noon thirty?"

"You know what I meant," he said, playfully pushing him as he went stand up.

"Wh- where are you going?"

"Aren't you hungry?" he asked simply, smiling at him briefly before making his way to the door.

. . .

After eating breakfast, the two had decided they'd just stay home for a while before they had to leave to meet up with everyone else. And it was Shuichi's idea that they just play video games to kill the time.

"Wait, was that you?"

"Was what me?" Shuichi asked, his eyes fixated on his own screen.

"The asshole that just hit me with the blue shell," he explained, aggressively turning the controller like that would help his cart move better.

"There's like ten other characters that could have done that," he reasoned. "It was probably Mario."

"Whatever, I'm still gonna kick your ass."

"Oh, are you," he laughed as he rounded the last corner finishing just before him.

"What the fuck!" he yelled at the screen. "How!? Bowser is like, so much better than Yoshi! There's no way!"

"That shell might've been mine."

"I fuckin' knew it!" he laughed.

"Wanna try again?"

"Duh. I'm gonna win this time though, so don't even try to take Bowser."

"After I beat you so many times as a dinosaur in boots. I'll pass."

"Fuck you and your boots," he smiled jokingly. "Oh, hold on a sec. What time is it?"

"Twelve-ish, I don't know. Oh, shoot. We're gonna be late," he realised, getting up and heading to the bathroom to finish getting ready.