closed to (his) souji.

[hakodate]

Where are you.

[Look, he's so worried about you that he's going to play nice and not say "fuck."]

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[hakodate]

[What, and having the wool pulled over his eyes doesn't make him feel worse? He shouldn't have ignored it, he shouldn't have assumed, he should have realized -]

Maybe not.

[But there's something very noncommittal about the way he says that - because he's thinking that it's not like being told they're fine changes anything, either, except perhaps for leaving him a little further in the dark, when he of all people shouldn't be.]

[creatic]

[ . . . ]

Hajime-kun is gone, right?

[ subject change don't you go there with your brackets JFC. ]

[hakodate]

...I haven't been able to find him since I remembered who I am.

[So yes, gone. In some dungeon dimension or...who knows where. He's not sure how to feel about it, because he doesn't see any particular reason to believe that the Trumps would do anything so generous as send anyone home when they tire of playing with them (and home doesn't always sound like such a great mercy, for them), but -

He doesn't know whether it's easier or harder without Saitou around.]