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Emptiness and more emptiness. Weird, unsettling art. None of their classmates. Kozue honestly didn't think he could take much more of this. He wanted to go home, dammit!

"I don't care, Yori," he whined, knowing that he was being childish but continuing on anyway. "The creepy art's not going to help us. Nothing here is going to help us!" He slapped petulantly at the painting nearest to him, half-hoping he would knock it from the wall so he could take some immature glee from the destruction.
"Even if we did find a bakery or something, it probably wouldn't be safe to eat anything in it..." Kozue didn't like being the one to rain on everyone's parade, but he was too rattled to try and indulge in the humor Masato was holding onto.

He stepped forward to take Yori's arm again and try to direct him towards the door. "Everyone's leaving us behind. Maybe we'll get a better idea of what to do if we check out what's in the next few rooms?" Honestly, he just didn't want to be in the same room as these creepy paintings anymore.
Yori seemed oddly confident and at ease all of a sudden. It was a little jarring, and Kozue belatedly wondered if maybe this room was full of paint fumes that were slowly getting them all high.

So anyway, now Yori was going to save them all with the power of... art symbolism, or something? Well, whatever. He seemed content and Kozue could handle that. At least until Yori started trying to get a reply from their grand artist overlord and come [i]on]/i] man, don't you know you're not supposed to talk to the overlord?

Okay, whatever. Trust Yori. Believe in the heart of the paint. If not that, believe in the fumes. To be honest, Kozue was a little jealous that Yori could take so much meaning from the display. He didn't have any kind of talent like Yori's art; he just biked for fun and occasionally made mediocre techno mixes on his computer at home. Yori smiled at him and Kozue weakly smiled back.

Trust Yori. He'd get them through this. He had to.
Kozue turned to Yori, pulling on his arm to draw him farther into the room. "We have to get through here if we want to go home. There's no other way out. I want to go home."

That was all he was really getting out of this at this point. He'd given up on trying to keep a handle on the others and was just trying to coast through the vague horror of their situation now.

"Come on, let's at least look around. I want to find a way home."

Get out, go home. That was all that mattered.
Kozue took a deep breath. He didn't like this, didn't like it at all, but there was nowhere to go but forward. He took Yori's arm and stepped into the gallery, jumping slightly when Masato toppled over.

"Look... I say we just walk through and try to find a way out of here. I don't know who or what is talking to us, and I don't really want to, but there's nothing for us back the way we came."

He glanced back at the girl... boy? The girl who had apparently followed them in. "I don't know where we are. I don't think anybody does, but we're trying to find a way out."
Yori may have barely reacted when Akira popped up behind them, but Kozue almost jumped out of his skin. "Don't do that!" He snapped, whipping around to glare at Akira. "Do you want me to have a heart attack? Is that what you want, Akira!?"

Shock and stress was serving to make him more talkative, even if that talk was mostly just babbling and grasping at straws as he tried to keep the situation under control. In fact, he should probably just give up on the whole "control" thing right now, going by the way that freshman girl had just shoved past them to root around for whatever probably cursed school supplies had been left behind here. He didn't even know where the rest of the underclassmen went, so they were probably long gone, in one way or another.

Kozue's morbid train of thought was briefly interrupted as Masato quite literally rolled up to look into the classroom with them, and then immediately resumed when Masato made a dumb comment. "No. No death yet, no death ever. Death is illegal, nobody's dying here. I'm not allowing it." He huffed.
So much for that. Everyone was running off with barely a second glance thrown Kozue's way. Normally, he wouldn't mind, but this situation was twelve kinds of Nope, and he'd already made himself responsible for the underclassmen. He had to keep an eye on them, regardless of where they all skipped off to.

"Let's go after them." A few distressed noises drifted out from where the first group had run off to, and Kozue's heartbeat quickened. "Like, now."
"This sucks..." Kozue gripped Yori's hand like a lifeline, knuckles going white. He knew he was holding too tightly, but it wasn't Yori's drawing hand, so he could probably get away with it.

Okay. Deep breaths. You're an upperclassman, act like it. Be responsible. Kozue slowly got to his feet, pulling Yori up with him. "Is... is anyone hurt?" He swallowed hard. His mouth was dry. "I don't have anything with me, but I bike a lot. I know a little first aid if anybody needs some help."

The underclassmen seemed to outnumber them, but with Yori's no-nonsense presence, they could probably wrangle Akira into helping out. Good old Masato with the roller blades seemed to be here too, and he was a responsible enough guy from what Kozue knew. Maybe they should assign everybody a group, like on field trips.
12:05 AM

Someone was poking him in the ribs. How rude.

Kozue halfheartedly swiped at Akira's foot, groaning when he shifted and something pointy dug into his back. Oh. Yeah. His bike. And Yori, and Yori's bike. The two of them were going to have some interesting bruises.

He sat up, and found that he could add a headache to his rapidly growing collection of problems. "What...?" Pink sky, okay, that wasn't normal. Akira... in a bunny suit. That defninitely wasn't normal. Oh man. Was this going to be Kozue in Wonderland? Is that where all of this mess was headed? Chase Akira down a deep hole and then get his head cut off by the Queen of Hearts, who in all likelyhood looked like his older sister?

Kozue shuddered. He pushed his bike out of the way and reached over to shake Yori's shoulder. "Yori, wake up. I wanna go home."
12:00

Kozue jerked back upright as Yori's hand slipped from his shoulder, instinctively grabbing for him. He didn't get very far, or have very much time to dwell on why everyone was suddenly taking a group nap before the pain lanced through his head and he followed Yori in toppling from his bike.

Man, fuck crowds.
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