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Kosuke sank back into a chair and sighed.

[b][color=thistle]"Strawberry isn't my color today, though..."[/color][/b] He muttered in Akane's general direction. [b][color=thistle]"It's yours, and we haven't got a scene with me and you in it and I also doubt you'd want one like that either."[/color][/b]

It had only just occurred to him that he was probably around way too much star-power. Granted, he wasn't technically around much of it in total; but he was pretty sure this much exposure would normally classify as a lethal dose for a social recluse like him. He didn't really know how Shiro did it. Clowning around in front of Eris who was basically a Princess and Asahi who was basically a mob boss and all. Maybe it was just because Shiro was an idiot. Kosuke certainly didn't feel that envious of him, he wasn't a masochist like he was.

All things aside, Shiro had helped him out a lot over the past week. He'd been dropping by a lot of people, Kosuke included; to check on them throughout the days preceding the festival. He'd also consumed a lot of his food because comparitively speaking, Kosuke was a pretty good chef.

[b][color=thistle]"I feel like I owe you this."[/color][/b] Kosuke said, getting up and walking over to Shiro.

He raised his arm, and then blatted Shiro on the forehead with a Karate chop.

[@Jedly]
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[center][h1]Meanwhile, somewhere else[/h1][/center]
In a certain corner of the Festival, there was a large ruckus going on.

"He's over here! Corner him! He's rolling fast!" Were the shouts that rang out.

From out of the corner, a steel trash can came rolling in out of nowhere, barreling through the crowd. The innocent festival goers parted before it as several angry students ran after it. It rolled and bounced around another corner before violently crashing into another set of trash cans behind a stall, and stopping with the lid still tightly affixed.

"We've got you know!" Its pursuers said, breathing hard after a long chase.

They surrounded the fallen trashcan and pried open the lid, but all they found was a single note.

[i]The trashman does,
what the trashman can.

Gaze not into the trashcan,
lest the trashcan stare into you.[/i]

On top of a nearby stall, there stood another identical trashcan. The lid popped open, just a tad, but observers could tell that there was some kind of lens shining from inside. The lid closed, the trashcan tipped over, and rolled away from sight before anyone noticed.