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Chapter 3: Hunting Season(ing) Part Two
God, was there some planet in retrograde right now? Everything was so…gray. Tome usually would have been able to cite a specific planet but she had been too oddly deflated all day to speculate.
At least she wasn’t the worst one off. No, not by far. That honor went to the pompadour’d thug who did nothing but sulk in the corner of their shared club space now. Her own club mates who were always too scared of him to even approach even tried to offer him one of their honey chip bags out of sheer pity. Tome, usually quite stingy with the resources (especially now they didn’t actually have funding anymore) didn’t even object. ‘How the mighty fall.’
Goda had spent some time trying to cheer Onigawara up. That boy was too nice for his own good. Him AND Kageyama. Tome didn’t know what Goda had been trying, exactly, since she was too engrossed in (or rather numbed by) her video game to listen but she could guess. The Body Improvement Club had one solution for every possible human ailment. It was exactly why she didn’t risk complaining today.
Tome glanced at the clock—it was getting to be that time, wasn’t it? The time where everyone finished their club activities up. Ah. Orwell was calling her name once again.
At least she wasn’t the worst one off. No, not by far. That honor went to the pompadour’d thug who did nothing but sulk in the corner of their shared club space now. Her own club mates who were always too scared of him to even approach even tried to offer him one of their honey chip bags out of sheer pity. Tome, usually quite stingy with the resources (especially now they didn’t actually have funding anymore) didn’t even object. ‘How the mighty fall.’
Goda had spent some time trying to cheer Onigawara up. That boy was too nice for his own good. Him AND Kageyama. Tome didn’t know what Goda had been trying, exactly, since she was too engrossed in (or rather numbed by) her video game to listen but she could guess. The Body Improvement Club had one solution for every possible human ailment. It was exactly why she didn’t risk complaining today.
Tome glanced at the clock—it was getting to be that time, wasn’t it? The time where everyone finished their club activities up. Ah. Orwell was calling her name once again.
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“G-Good one! Oh my god, I knew you had a wild sense of humor…! Seriously though, call them. It’s getting really late.”
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He swallowed the obvious and burning question of HOW and WHEN and felt himself ready to fall over again. No, no, he couldn’t pass out now. He had a problem to solve for Kageyama!
“…Um…then…say you’re at a different friend’s…”
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“Well! Surely nothing suspicious about that, right?”
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“Hey…it’s up to you in the end, but…I’d really enjoy having you over.”
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Mob fished out his cell phone and started typing out a text. His fingers were far slower than Teru's were.
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What impression had he given his parents? What impression did Mob give his parents of him!?
And somehow the most important question he wanted to ask but absolutely could not…did they disapprove?
And he couldn’t peek at what was being typed either. That was excruciating.
Mob’s phone quickly buzzed with a reply. That’s fine, Honey.
A pause. Another text came.
Stop by before school, okay? You can have breakfast and pack your dinner for lunch.
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‘No, no, that’s not right…should I include a card with my thank you gift for the food explaining things? …Gah, but that would be really humiliating for Kageyama-kun, wouldn’t it!? “Thank you for the cheesecake and nikujaga. I promise to take care of your son in every way but a sexual one.”’
Teru rubbed at his forehead. If he wasn’t careful he’d give himself another fever. There was no way to cope with this so he decided to take action himself by pulling out his own phone. “Good. I’ll call my personal driver.”
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“Tome-senpai! Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” She pressed one hand to her head. “One moment we were by the river and the next I was just…walking down the hill.”
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Tome's hood began to rustle and she gasped. A tiny head poked it's head out. An oriental turtle dove looked around uncomprehendingly and it's puffy chest expanded---
Coou-coou.
Then, it took flight. Tome watched it disappear into the distant tree canopies with a smile.
"So! Personal driver, huh?" Tome pointed at Teru. "Were you holding out on us this whole time or something?"
"No, no. I don't call on him much. Walking or bussing is way more satisfying."
Tome cringed. "You've gotta be joking."
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"It won't be a problem, will it? We're pretty far away." They didn't have much of a choice, though. The last bus had come and gone over an hour ago.
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The bus ride out had taken forty-five.
Tome rubbed at one of her eyes. Fatigue was washing over her. She should have been energized from so many incredible things happening in one night, but...
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Mob didn't like to use his powers unnecessarily. But Mob justified this was necessary. They were all wet and cold and tired. And Mob didn't want to risk getting sick so soon after the last time.
The trees had been stripped of leaves during the monsoon, leaving a sizable amount of them spread across the ground. With his powers, he pulled them towards him, then formed a thick blanket across the muddy earth below.
Mob stepped up on one foot so that leaves could spread themselves across the gap where his foot had been. He stood on the other one and it filled the blanket in completely.
"It should be done now." Mob sat down experimentally. It was pretty comfortable -- and somehow dry. It wasn't what Mob intended, but he wasn't going to question their luck.
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"...Kageyama. Can you make a car?" Tome asked with a yawn.
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