CAMPUS WIDE EVENT: UNFASHIONABLY LATE

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[Late into the afternoon, the early risers will find themselves waking up, and the sleep-in types will find themselves sleeping in even longer. All sense of urgency and time has vanished, leaving residents sloth-like or simply too inept to realize how much time is passing. Even when they do realize, well...it's too late now, right?

On top of that, for some reason all the clothing in the building has been replaced with horrible 90s fashion.]

((ooc: The event begins! It will last through the 19th. Feel free to mingle or make your own posts, and you're encouraged to link images of whatever outfit you stick your character in. That's part of the fun!))

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[twothirdsthesoul]

...

[Is that really okay, to just admit that?]

Right. Well, whatever works for you, I guess! Maybe you should just take a nap right here, then?

[onethirdthesoul]

Maybe... [Ryou yawns again.] That sounds nice...

[He slumps a little, as if he might actually do it.]

[twothirdsthesoul]

...honestly, you must be sick... you'd never consider that normally.

[onethirdthesoul]

Maybe you can take my temperature... [He gives in, laying on the floor now and curling up, bringing the Ring to his chest.]

[twothirdsthesoul]

Haha... I'll take that as consent, then...

[You know what they say about a good DM... you never let an opportunity slip by. The Ring glows, the spirit taking over without hesitation. Flexing Ryou's fingers - his fingers - he loops the rope of the Ring around his neck casually.

It's good to have a body again... And this time, he isn't letting the Ring get taken away.

Oh, but his little master asked him to check his temperature, didn't he? Well, no temperature here. Nothing he can figure out that points to the exhaustion, either. Poor thing. It must just be another side-effect of this place. Well, no worries.

When Ryou wakes up, he'll find himself tucked up in bed. No telling how long he's been out though. Or just what the spirit's been doing in his body.]

[onethirdthesoul]

[Ryou wakes up quietly, yawning and stretching his arms. As he sits up, a familiar weight settles on the back of his neck and against his chest. At first, he doesn't even think twice of it, but then a glimpse of cold has him freezing with a horrified look.]

W-when did I...? [Quickly, he goes to rip the Ring off--]

[twothirdsthesoul]

[His hands draw away suddenly as the spirit takes over, letting it clunk to his chest again.]

Now, now, Ryou... why are you so afraid? I'm not going to hurt you.

[onethirdthesoul]

I--I didn't put you on! How did you take over?!

[Ryou's helpless with the spirit in control, so he can only protest inside the other's mind while he's allowed.]

[twothirdsthesoul]

Oh, but you did... don't you remember? I wouldn't have been able to take over if you hadn't... I'm helpless inside of this thing, remember?

[He smiles, stretching. Mm, this is nice.]

[onethirdthesoul]

I don't... I'm sure I didn't! [But, the last thing he remembers is being in the hall, and he knows he never put the Ring on then.]

[twothirdsthesoul]

You must have been too exhausted to realize... Don't worry too much. We're friends, aren't we?

[His fingers toy with the strap of the Ring playfully.]

And now we're never going to be separated again.

[onethirdthesoul]

... [Ryou is shaken by the creepy sentiment, but he tries to stay firm and stand his ground.]

Take it off. If you really want to be friends, then a real friend would take it off.

[twothirdsthesoul]

...Do you really think so?

[His hands move to grasp the Ring, starting to lift it- and then let it go. It jingles as it settles back against his chest.]

Or are you just trying to get rid of me? Ryou-kun...?

[onethirdthesoul]

You want me to trust you, right? [He hesitates a moment, and then continues.] Then this is the way to do it.

If you want me to trust you, then you're going to have to trust me too!

[twothirdsthesoul]

You say that, but I can feel that uncertainty. Your thoughts are full of it, Ryou...-kun.

[He draws out the name slowly.]

So how can I trust you, when you're thinking something like that? About not putting the Ring back on... ever.

[onethirdthesoul]

When you actually do it--I mean, take off the Ring--...I'll have a chance to change my mind.

[He sucks in a small breath.] But if you just keep it on... I'll never be able to trust you.

[twothirdsthesoul]

You expect me to devote my freedom to a chance you might change your mind? I can't trust you... when you're so desperate to get rid of me.

So how about a compromise?

[onethirdthesoul]

[He should have just lied! But what was the point? If the spirit can read his thoughts, lying would only make him look worse...]

I-it's my body, Spirit-kun. Not yours. You're just using it...so that's a chance you're going to have to take.

[twothirdsthesoul]

Why not give it a trial? I'll prove that I'm trustworthy... and if nobody's gotten hurt by the end, you'll let me stay.

[Not like he has a choice.]

[onethirdthesoul]

That's not how it works! [He realizes he doesn't have a choice. It's all down to what little mercy the Spirit may or may not have.] You aren't proving anything unless you let me make the choice myself!

[twothirdsthesoul]

But, Ryou-kun... you're not willing to give me a chance. It's in your thoughts. You wished you'd lied. Tricked me. Those deceitful thoughts... are why I'm not giving you up. It's not down to mercy any more.

It's down to trust. And I don't trust you...

[onethirdthesoul]

... [Ryou can be heard sniffling, and then a small sob follows. He had one thing he wasn't supposed to do, and he failed even at that. Bakemono-kun wouldn't help him again, his friends couldn't help him either...]

[twothirdsthesoul]

[Oh hell, don't start crying.]

...come now, it's not so bad. We can coexist, right?

[onethirdthesoul]

O-of course you'd say that! You're not the one having to share their body!

[Nope, too late. He's lost it, dissolving into tears.]

[twothirdsthesoul]

It's not like I have one of my own. Do you think it makes me happy having to rent yours?

[Sigh. Dealing with crying children, was it?]