[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210324/c514e8101f58f889421092edb63edaa1.png[/img][/center][right][sub]April 13th - Afternoon[/sub][/right][hr]
Nope. If it wasn't already obvious, Daigo could tell from Hoshino's face that he wasn't gonna get out of this. For a moment, he shrunk under the other teen's glare, only to relax the slightest bit upon the (needlessly harsh) reassurance that they'd at least have something to fight back with. That explanation... sort of made sense. Daigo wasn't sure he liked William holding that much control over them, but he seemed to be able to dick them around in a million other ways anyway. Or maybe the blue room and the mirror place were fundamentally different somehow, and Personas could only manifest in one and not the other. Or... maybe they just needed to be in danger.

The mention of Genki got a small frown out of the redhead. He figured everyone else would've taken the opportunity to run in the opposite direction once they caught sight of the butterfly again, but apparently their classmate hadn't been fast enough to avoid Hoshino's notice and now he was slated for execution too. Daigo felt bad for him, but at least another body helped their odds against... whatever the hell William intended for them to go up against.

He turned to follow Hoshino's gaze, squinting into the not-so-distant distance in search of their third musketeer. It wasn't very hard to locate him with the way Genki loomed over most of the class, but the nearsighted redhead couldn't make out enough of his face to properly gauge whether he was 'pumped up' antsy or 'freaking the fuck out' antsy. Daigo himself was firmly in the latter category and likewise would've assumed everyone else would be too, but Genki did seem [i]pretty[/i] excited when his Persona came out last time. Unfortunately, before Daigo could throw so much as a warning glance in Genki's direction, he felt his wrist suddenly shackled in the indomitable hold of a student athlete's grip strength.

[color=ff9933]"[i]Waitwaitwait![/i] Lemme go! I was going with you anyway! I swear,"[/color] Daigo whined as his attention snapped back to Noriaki, fully expecting to be picked up or dragged away harshly in the coming moments. He wasn't even trying to slip away this time! At best he might've been able to put up enough of a struggle that a teacher got involved and broke them apart, but with the lights out and a whole gymnasium to manage, they might not even care to intervene until the diminutive redhead had already been hoisted out the door, and Hinari Daigo was not a betting man.

[color=ff9933]"A-And I still can't see anything, so if you could maybe... let go for a... second... yeah, nevermind..."[/color] He weakly gestured toward the bleachers with his unseized hand as he pleaded his last bid for freedom before the outstretched limb went limp in defeat. The boy's gaze drifted sheepishly down to his toes for a moment, then back toward Genki. [color=ff9933]"Um. M-Mori-kun,"[/color] Daigo called over, [color=ff9933]"Can, uh... can you grab my glasses off the bleachers? Hoshino-kun's a big meanie that wants to see me cry."[/color] Childishly, the redhead punctuated his statement by blowing a raspberry back at his aggressor. Not his finest retort, but anything involving magic butterflies was unlikely to be his finest hour either.

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