[To find that no one has taken up the offer to go to space vegas for murder is a massive relief. Because as much as Karamatsu tried to reassure the people he spoke to that he thought no one would do it...he wasn't actually that certain. He knew any one of them personally would have at least considered it, but he's glad to see Osomatsu never decided to stoop that far. So with that tension mostly out of the way, yet still lingering just in case...what is a man to do? Because he has to be honest with himself...he's getting stir crazy. Anxious. He needs to go outside, sit on the roof, something. So anyone looking for Karamatsu on Friday won't find him right away.
He's gotten himself a cup of coffee (no syrup this time, only milk), and has holed himself up in the Library, though by no means is he secluded. He's very much out in the open, though he's in one corner of the room with one of those five chairs pulled away from the table and over to one of the windows while he sits with one knee constantly bouncing. He's pulled back the blinds so he can look out into space while he writes on a sketchbook from the art room. Every so often he'll write a line, scratch it out, and start over. Other times he'll tear the entire page out and start fresh.
If you don't see him first, you'll certainly hear him humming to himself, tapping out a beat on the book with his pencil and muttering as he continues to write. Gotta work out that energy somehow.
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He's gotten himself a cup of coffee (no syrup this time, only milk), and has holed himself up in the Library, though by no means is he secluded. He's very much out in the open, though he's in one corner of the room with one of those five chairs pulled away from the table and over to one of the windows while he sits with one knee constantly bouncing. He's pulled back the blinds so he can look out into space while he writes on a sketchbook from the art room. Every so often he'll write a line, scratch it out, and start over. Other times he'll tear the entire page out and start fresh.
If you don't see him first, you'll certainly hear him humming to himself, tapping out a beat on the book with his pencil and muttering as he continues to write. Gotta work out that energy somehow.