[WEEK 5: Monday night, close to curfew, room 112; Jay, Yukina, Girge, Tsurugi, Andersen]

[nowyouseeit]

[OKAY SO]

[WE'RE ALL HERE NOW]

[IN KAITO'S ROOM, NUMBER 112]

[discuss things]

Comments

[thawedheart]

I'll have an eternity to figure it out.

[thawedheart]

Yes. ...oh, speaking of that...

[Hmm.]

I'm sure we won't be the only people killing this week... if the past weeks are any indication. If you're hoping to catch someone who isn't us, you may want to avoid listening for anything on the second floor.

I fear the noise might... drown it out.

[thawedheart]

...so that your contacts don't think you were working with us.

[She's worried. This is a dangerous enough game for them; Andersen's already burned some bridges (unless that was all for show). If he has nothing to show for his efforts this week...]

If we aren't the only people killing, Andersen-san... wouldn't you want to know that?

[thawedheart]

[It's not just sweet, it's saccharine.

Yukina's expression flickers for a fraction of a second before it flattens out, and she looks down at her hands, doing her best to keep the look on her face impassive.

Actions have consequences. She knew, of course, that people's opinions of her would change after this came to light. There's nothing she can do now but lie in the bed she's made.]

That's correct. I'll keep my suggestions to myself in the future, then.

Observe as you will.