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A green-haired girl sighed as she laid down alone on a couch. She may have come to terms with, well, what she did, but she still didn't really feel good about it. Kido Tsubomi had stabbed a man, committed brutal acts of violence without batting an eye. It had to be done, but one didn't necessarily have to like what they did, even if it was right.
But that wasn't the reason for her current plight. Hers was much simpler, a trivial matter.
They needed a new couch.
Well, not really needed, but with the growing ranks of the Mekakushi Dan, Kisaragi had suggested picking up another couch so they could have more people. But it wasn't like they were flooded with money, so most of the rest of them had been against it. But Kisaragi being the popular girl she was had a fair bit of money, and had offered to get them a couch herself.
So now, the matter was which couch to get. Not one of them managed to agree on which couch to get in the beginning, but as most of them didn't have any particularly strong feelings about it one way or the other they ended up with two choices. A bright yellow couch, and a black one. They were pretty close in design, but it was the color scheme that divided the group.
Seto, Mary, and Kisaragi wanted the brighter colors while the others favored the black one. Kisaragi didn't really want to push the fact she was the one spending the money too hard, so her say didn't carry any more swing than anyone else's.
That meant it was up to the leader to resolve this in some way, and now Kido was thinking about how to sort things out. A competition of sorts wouldn't be a bad idea, but their differing strengths and interests probably made a fair competition impossible.
...Oh.
She suddenly sat up and put a hand to her forehead as she sighed. There was a much more obvious solution. If it had to be fair, why not make it random? She'd just spent 10 minutes thinking about the most simple thing ever.
Still preferable than spending 10 minutes trying to stay alive, though.
She quickly shook her head of the thought. She didn't have to worry about that kind of thing anymore. They were definitely taken away this time, it was over. No longer would she have to think about them.
Bringing out her cell phone, Kido called each of the others and asked them to gather. It only took about half an hour for everyone to arrive at the base.
"So! What'd ya come up with, Kido?"
"Why did I have to come too..."
"Don't be such a party pooper, master!"
Kido extended her arm out, a small baseball cap in hand. Dropping it onto the table, a bunch of folded papers were visible inside.
"Simple lottery. Whoever picks the one that says 'winner' wins."
"Ugh, what a low-skill, RNG way to decide."
"Eh? RNG? Shintaro, don't bring your NEET speak here, please."
"It's not even NEET speak, dammit!"
"Now, now," Kido clapped to calm down the two siblings, or else they'd probably be at it forever. "Just pick one. The winner decides which couch to get. To keep it fair, I'm not going to pick one. Everyone got it?"
"Got it."
It was a simple concept, everyone was able to respond affirmatively.
"Got it." Except one was a little slower to speak, even if she had understood it.
Soon the drawings began, and the NEET of the group had pulled the winning card.
"Ah, I win."
"I won't accept this! You were the one complaining about how this was done!" Kisaragi clenched her fist and stood up before pointing at her older brother. She could accept losing, but not to him...! But Shintaro just held the card out nonchalantly.
"It says 'Winner.' I won."
Everyone could practically see the smoke steaming from his sister's head, but that was that. Everyone just laughed at the buyer of the couch's misery. Black it was, then.
The quiet one was Kido, but that wasn't anything new. She was more the type to smile silently at these types of shenanigans anyway. But that meant nobody really noticed the almost longing look in her eyes as she watched her group of friends.
She couldn't help but appreciate them even more after everything that had happened to her. Hopefully days would go on like this forever...
But that wasn't the reason for her current plight. Hers was much simpler, a trivial matter.
They needed a new couch.
Well, not really needed, but with the growing ranks of the Mekakushi Dan, Kisaragi had suggested picking up another couch so they could have more people. But it wasn't like they were flooded with money, so most of the rest of them had been against it. But Kisaragi being the popular girl she was had a fair bit of money, and had offered to get them a couch herself.
So now, the matter was which couch to get. Not one of them managed to agree on which couch to get in the beginning, but as most of them didn't have any particularly strong feelings about it one way or the other they ended up with two choices. A bright yellow couch, and a black one. They were pretty close in design, but it was the color scheme that divided the group.
Seto, Mary, and Kisaragi wanted the brighter colors while the others favored the black one. Kisaragi didn't really want to push the fact she was the one spending the money too hard, so her say didn't carry any more swing than anyone else's.
That meant it was up to the leader to resolve this in some way, and now Kido was thinking about how to sort things out. A competition of sorts wouldn't be a bad idea, but their differing strengths and interests probably made a fair competition impossible.
...Oh.
She suddenly sat up and put a hand to her forehead as she sighed. There was a much more obvious solution. If it had to be fair, why not make it random? She'd just spent 10 minutes thinking about the most simple thing ever.
Still preferable than spending 10 minutes trying to stay alive, though.
She quickly shook her head of the thought. She didn't have to worry about that kind of thing anymore. They were definitely taken away this time, it was over. No longer would she have to think about them.
Bringing out her cell phone, Kido called each of the others and asked them to gather. It only took about half an hour for everyone to arrive at the base.
"So! What'd ya come up with, Kido?"
"Why did I have to come too..."
"Don't be such a party pooper, master!"
Kido extended her arm out, a small baseball cap in hand. Dropping it onto the table, a bunch of folded papers were visible inside.
"Simple lottery. Whoever picks the one that says 'winner' wins."
"Ugh, what a low-skill, RNG way to decide."
"Eh? RNG? Shintaro, don't bring your NEET speak here, please."
"It's not even NEET speak, dammit!"
"Now, now," Kido clapped to calm down the two siblings, or else they'd probably be at it forever. "Just pick one. The winner decides which couch to get. To keep it fair, I'm not going to pick one. Everyone got it?"
"Got it."
It was a simple concept, everyone was able to respond affirmatively.
"Got it." Except one was a little slower to speak, even if she had understood it.
Soon the drawings began, and the NEET of the group had pulled the winning card.
"Ah, I win."
"I won't accept this! You were the one complaining about how this was done!" Kisaragi clenched her fist and stood up before pointing at her older brother. She could accept losing, but not to him...! But Shintaro just held the card out nonchalantly.
"It says 'Winner.' I won."
Everyone could practically see the smoke steaming from his sister's head, but that was that. Everyone just laughed at the buyer of the couch's misery. Black it was, then.
The quiet one was Kido, but that wasn't anything new. She was more the type to smile silently at these types of shenanigans anyway. But that meant nobody really noticed the almost longing look in her eyes as she watched her group of friends.
She couldn't help but appreciate them even more after everything that had happened to her. Hopefully days would go on like this forever...