[ The door to Daisuke's room is closed but it's enough for Daisuke to hear the unsure that's seeping out of the tone. Daisuke grows curious, lifts his head from his pillow and turns to where the door is. ]
Yeah? What is it...?
[ He's too used to hearing that tone to think it's out of the ordinary, so nothing feels urgent. ]
[ there are so many thoughts flying through naegi's head right now that he's not sure what to answer him with. does he ask straight out if it belongs to him? is it someone else's? he has no idea so he'll start with this ]
[ There is silence on the other side of the door, until there are several footsteps, a bit clumsy, and then the door opens. Daisuke looks exhausted, but that doesn't stop him from grabbing Naegi's shoulders with both hands and looking at him dead in the eyes. Those real, red eyes!! ]
He's too tired to notice the wig in his hand so he'll just... sluggishly go back to his bed where he feels like flopping onto the mattress again. He's super huffy now. ]
Outside your room... I found it while I was cleaning.
[ naegi takes notice of daisuke's wide eyes and oh boy, so... it does belong to him. okay, time to put on his big brother hat and pull out the whole "I'LL SUPPORT YOU NO MATTER WHAT" nonsense ]
I mean, if it is yours then I-- I can understand. I mean, everyone has their own different interests and hobbies.
[ Daisuke's stare loves from the wig to Naegi. He's sitting up now, and can't believe what he's hearing. He takes a moment of silence after Naegi is done speaking and simply sighs. ]
[ is he coming off too forward? hmm, he never really had these kinds of conversations with komaru so he doesn't really know the procedure to go about this. give him a second to collect his thoughts and do this (where is kyouko when you need her) ]
I'm saying that it's okay if this belongs to you. I'll support you no matter what your interests are. I just want to let you know that it's okay if you want to talk to me about this stuff...
I... [ It finally sinks in. He's starting to feel embarrassed. Not even the fatigue of being in a hellhole for a month can stop this. Weirdly enough, this tops the possibility of bringing Chiyo home at night for some reason?
He breathes in.
He breaths out. ]
It's... mine, I guess. [ BUT!!! ] I'm not sure what you mean about interests though.
[ No, he actually has an idea, but please for the love of god don't let it be that thing ]
[ ah... so daisuke doesn't want to talk about it. okay, naegi can understand... ]
Um, well, interests that involve things like... this... [ he kind of.. raises the wig ] But we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to and I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to either, of course.
Well... [ Of course he would really appreciate Naegi not telling anyone. ]
Yeah, please don't tell anyone. But for the record, I got that out of the Retrospec mailbox. I know people are allowed to just store things in there, but I don't like keeping things in there...
[ His pride hurts, because he's gonna admit the next big thing. ]
It was a wig that I used when I was in a school play in my memories. I... didn't want to be it, but it just ended up being that way. [ He feels the sense of dread climbing back up, the same one that he experienced upon viewing that memory of literally everyone in the class voting him to play the lead girl. Why does this happen!!
He's also not going to mention how into the play he was, because while he felt that emotion, he doesn't understand just why the other Daisuke was like that (yet). ]
His mind feels like it decided to travel to a different universe--he recalls this feeling well--he's remembering something. He remembers Riku putting the wig on his head, them getting into ~the mood~ that the current Daisuke vaguely thinks it weird as hell, they start to lean in to kiss, but then... but then...
He ditches.
The emotional roller coaster has left Daisuke paralyzed with utter embarrassment as he is brought back to reality, looking lost and confused with a deep shade of red over his face. ]
A-Ahh...
[ It's a small, defeated groan that sounds like it wants to scream out all of its frustrations as Daisuke covers his face with both of his hands. ]
[ if daisuke didn't cut himself off the way he did, naegi would just assume that he's embarrassed because of naegi's initial impressions and thoughts about the wig (maybe everything is finally hitting him all at once and he's getting even more embarrassed) but this... this isn't that. ]
I just remembered something horrible! [ It's an outburst of frustrated feelings as he grabs the wig and shoves it down to the mattress that he's sitting on. ]
Absolutely awful! Terrible! And other thesaurus words...! [ Though he's just mad at himself more than anything. ]
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Yeah? What is it...?
[ He's too used to hearing that tone to think it's out of the ordinary, so nothing feels urgent. ]
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Did a girl come over last night?
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No...? Who would I even bring.
[ He plants his face into the pillow again. ]
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... Chiyo?
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Just why, why, would you even say that?
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I mean, I can't think of any other girl you'd bring back.
[ naegi is still holding the wig but it probably is kind of behind his back so it's not easily noticeable ]
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[ AAAAAaaaa naegi why
He's too tired to notice the wig in his hand so he'll just... sluggishly go back to his bed where he feels like flopping onto the mattress again. He's super huffy now. ]
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But that's the only other explanation I have for this!
[ holds up the wig now ]
... Unless this... is yours...?
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...
He just stares with wide eyes. ]
Where did you find that?
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[ naegi takes notice of daisuke's wide eyes and oh boy, so... it does belong to him. okay, time to put on his big brother hat and pull out the whole "I'LL SUPPORT YOU NO MATTER WHAT" nonsense ]
I mean, if it is yours then I-- I can understand. I mean, everyone has their own different interests and hobbies.
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... What are you talking about, Makoto?
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I'm saying that it's okay if this belongs to you. I'll support you no matter what your interests are. I just want to let you know that it's okay if you want to talk to me about this stuff...
[ ... is that better? ]
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He breathes in.
He breaths out. ]
It's... mine, I guess. [ BUT!!! ] I'm not sure what you mean about interests though.
[ No, he actually has an idea, but please for the love of god don't let it be that thing ]
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Um, well, interests that involve things like... this... [ he kind of.. raises the wig ] But we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to and I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to either, of course.
[ this is so awkward wtf ]
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Yeah, please don't tell anyone. But for the record, I got that out of the Retrospec mailbox. I know people are allowed to just store things in there, but I don't like keeping things in there...
[ His pride hurts, because he's gonna admit the next big thing. ]
It was a wig that I used when I was in a school play in my memories. I... didn't want to be it, but it just ended up being that way. [ He feels the sense of dread climbing back up, the same one that he experienced upon viewing that memory of literally everyone in the class voting him to play the lead girl. Why does this happen!!
He's also not going to mention how into the play he was, because while he felt that emotion, he doesn't understand just why the other Daisuke was like that (yet). ]
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Wait, so... this isn't actually yours?
[ well, it is since it belonged to "other" daisuke but it doesn't actually truly belong to "current" daisuke (this is really confusing)? ]
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[ He still feels exhausted, moreso from remembering that memory.
And this is one wig that he definitely doesn't wan to use to practice his disguise tricks. ]
... I wouldn't buy this wig for myself.
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[ let naegi take a second to piece the things together... ]
Ahh-- then I had the completely wrong idea!
[ naegi dramatically raises his arms because he realizes his mistake, holy shit, and the wig goes flying out of his hand... and onto daisuke's head ]
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[ Ack. There goes the wig on his head. It's an awful amount of hair all over his face, so he tries to untangle it and get it off his head. ]
What idea were you thinking?!
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A-Ah, w-well, you-- you know!
[ don't make him say it. he's just kind of flapping his hands right now ]
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[ Breathe in. Breathe out. ]
I might have done some disguises and stuff as a phantom thief or whatever, but I definitely wouldn't have dressed up as a girl!
[ . . . ]
Willingly.
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[ god, this is really awkward now... he should apologize... ]
Sorry for getting the wrong idea... Uh, my point still stands though, that I'll always support you regardless of anything.
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[ And then, everything freezes.
His mind feels like it decided to travel to a different universe--he recalls this feeling well--he's remembering something. He remembers Riku putting the wig on his head, them getting into ~the mood~ that the current Daisuke vaguely thinks it weird as hell, they start to lean in to kiss, but then... but then...
He ditches.
The emotional roller coaster has left Daisuke paralyzed with utter embarrassment as he is brought back to reality, looking lost and confused with a deep shade of red over his face. ]
A-Ahh...
[ It's a small, defeated groan that sounds like it wants to scream out all of its frustrations as Daisuke covers his face with both of his hands. ]
Oh my god...
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[ if daisuke didn't cut himself off the way he did, naegi would just assume that he's embarrassed because of naegi's initial impressions and thoughts about the wig (maybe everything is finally hitting him all at once and he's getting even more embarrassed) but this... this isn't that. ]
[ naegi reaches out with a hand ]
Are you okay?
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Absolutely awful! Terrible! And other thesaurus words...! [ Though he's just mad at himself more than anything. ]
The other me ran out on a kiss!
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