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[trainwrecking]

[School papers in hand and Hinoti-Ri ID on his bedside table for personal reference, Otonashi clicks the feed open on his watch. Dark circles lining his eyes, ruffled hair and a more unkempt shirt tell the story of a boy who either stayed up all night or who consistently hasn't been sleeping as well as he should.

He glances back to the ID card, over the name listed on it. Without that piece of information, he wouldn't even be able to fill in the first name section.]

So, ahh... this school thing... What if you don't know where to start? [There he goes, ruffling his own hair again.] Ugh, that sounds weird.

Wh-what I mean is... if you don't remember where you left off in school, what can you do? Oi, I don't even remember my birthday... [Paperwork: everyone's nemesis, but doubly so for an amnesiac.]

-- action option;

[3:00 A.M is an unreasonable hour to be wandering around outside of his apartment, but he's craving a drink—not tap water or coffee—and since sleeping is not happening, he might as well. Feel free to bump into him or yell at him to go to bed, but good luck with the latter.]

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[trainwrecking]

E-ehh—? [Tissues? Computer screen up? If not for the crying, this would be horribly incriminating. These late-night knocks on Hinata's door need to stop, really. First the Aramid room, now this?]

It's... nothing, I was walking around and heard you... um. [SOBBING?] I, ah, thought something was wrong. [And then Otonashi felt slight second-hand embarrassment for intruding on Hinata and Ryohei's "devastating moment." I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE OKAY]

[frequent_flyer]

[OTONASHI PLS.]

...Oh. [He peered discreetly over his shoulder at the computer screen. At least the H-scene had been earlier in the story.]

Sorry, I was just uh... [He shuffles awkwardly from one foot to the other, figuring Otonashi can see the computer screen well enough to put two and two together.] ...one of the characters died, and... [He cleared his throat, embarrassed that Otonashi had heard him lamenting over his lost virtual love, Kimiko.]

Ah- [It finally occurs to him.] What are you doing awake, Otonashi?

[trainwrecking]

Right, you got the bad ending... [That's not so bad. Certainly not as bad as the breakdown he had been imagining. Which is why one should never let Otonashi imagine anything.]

Just reload and try again, at least you'll 100% the game... [He blinks at the question, visibly hesitant.] Oh... I, uh, can't sleep.

[frequent_flyer]

Y-yeah! I just... [Kimiko was a saint okay, she didn't deserve to die. He clears his throat, his cheeks a little pink with embarrassment.] Haha...

[Thankfully, Otonashi gives him a subject change to latch onto.] Eh? Is something the matter? [He jerks his thumb over his shoulder into the dimly lit room.] Want me to make some tea?

[trainwrecking]

Just reload, it's okay... [Says the other boy who sometimes gets emotional over the good endings. Not sobbing-and-ice-cream-tub emotional, but still.] You know that's probably not the true ending.

[He hesitates at the question.] Ahh, no... It's nothing. I... probably should let you get back to your game, it's pretty late. [And he's too polite to impose more than he already has. He thought it was a crisis!!]

[frequent_flyer]

Are you sure? I really don't mind...

[He could always reload in the morning, right? It was never too much trouble to spend some time with his best friend.]

Oh! Look what I found... [He rifled through the things in his small apartment, eventually finding an old, crappy TV hidden under a few of his shirts.]

[...And a Playing States 1 hooked up to it.] I found these for cheap at a thrift store, can you believe it!?

[trainwrecking]

Ahhh, well... I can make it. [It's the least he can do. But what's this, a game system? So far Otonashi has limited himself to PC games that are available. Computers are multi-purpose, after all.]

Oh..! Do you have any games for it yet? [What he really says: "Do you want to play?"]

[frequent_flyer]

Yeah! I found a copy of Final Frontier VII and a side-scroller fighting game I haven't played. Why don't you come in and sit?

[Where? Well, he could unravel the computer chair from blankets, or just sit on the bed across from the TV.]

[In the meantime, Hinata would go into the small kitchenette, putting on a kettle of water to boil.]

[trainwrecking]

[Otonashi might not have the impressive, terrifying teenage boydom that Hinata does, but he can live with it. The chair--and its protective layer of blanket-shielding--suits him just fine.]

It's kinda late to start an RPG like Final Frontier, but we could always pick it back up later I guess. Ah, are there any save files already? [Sometimes it's fun to play other people's save files. There's just such majesty in finding a main character with the name "Idiot" or "Fartbath" or "Bitch."]