Calm down, Kanji-kun. Even if they were able to hear you, it's quite clear that they do not intend to let us out any time soon.
[Naoto's not pleased with it either. Her mouth is pressed into a thin line, her arms crossed over her chest, and her eyes laser focused on the door as if her glare alone would cause it to open.]
[Aaaaaand here's the part where his rage subsides and he remembers that not only is he locked in a closet. He's locked in a closet with Naoto Shirogane.]
R-Right.
[He tears his attention away from the door to try and get a good look at her. It's a good thing the lights in here are so dim. Though if he lets himself get any more worked up about all this, chances are he could quit his day job as a student and use his face to become a full-time night-light.]
Seven minutes or whatever? Who comes up with this shit, huh...?
It's a game, or so I've heard, and a foolish one at that. I don't understand what purpose this could serve or how it could be, in any way, considered to be amusing.
[Outside the confines of their new prison she can hear Rise giggling and Yukiko continuing to laugh like a drunken hyena. She leans closer to the door, pressing her ear to it in an attempt to hear what's going on a bit more clearly.
She's only able to hear a few words over the din of the music and Yukiko's constant snorting and they belong to Yosuke.
"How long"
Music.
A giggle from Rise.
Another snort.
"Smooch."
Uproarious laughter from Yukiko followed by her nearly gasping out a single sentence.
"YOU SAID--" Gasp. Laughter. "SMOOCH."
Naoto pulls her ear away from the door, suddenly more flustered than she was only a moment before.]
[Oh. Oh hell no. Kanji's still close to the door as well and he heard everything she did. He glances down at her, his shoulder leaning against the door for support.]
Listen, we don't gotta go along with what these punks're scheming if you don't want to -
[Then, realizing that might not have come out quite right, he hastily pushes off from the door and adds:]
N-Not that I'm saying that we gotta! Or that I want to, I just -
[Oh. Shit. That didn't come out much better, either. With a flustered huff, he crosses his arms over his broad chest, his face a furious shade of scarlet.]
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[Naoto's not pleased with it either. Her mouth is pressed into a thin line, her arms crossed over her chest, and her eyes laser focused on the door as if her glare alone would cause it to open.]
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R-Right.
[He tears his attention away from the door to try and get a good look at her. It's a good thing the lights in here are so dim. Though if he lets himself get any more worked up about all this, chances are he could quit his day job as a student and use his face to become a full-time night-light.]
Seven minutes or whatever? Who comes up with this shit, huh...?
[He's screaming on the inside.]
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[Outside the confines of their new prison she can hear Rise giggling and Yukiko continuing to laugh like a drunken hyena. She leans closer to the door, pressing her ear to it in an attempt to hear what's going on a bit more clearly.
She's only able to hear a few words over the din of the music and Yukiko's constant snorting and they belong to Yosuke.
"How long"
Music.
A giggle from Rise.
Another snort.
"Smooch."
Uproarious laughter from Yukiko followed by her nearly gasping out a single sentence.
"YOU SAID--" Gasp. Laughter. "SMOOCH."
Naoto pulls her ear away from the door, suddenly more flustered than she was only a moment before.]
Ridiculous.
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Listen, we don't gotta go along with what these punks're scheming if you don't want to -
[Then, realizing that might not have come out quite right, he hastily pushes off from the door and adds:]
N-Not that I'm saying that we gotta! Or that I want to, I just -
[Oh. Shit. That didn't come out much better, either. With a flustered huff, he crosses his arms over his broad chest, his face a furious shade of scarlet.]
Y'know, whatever. It's cool.
[S m o o t h.]