DATE #1 ► START

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[At first, Hinata is pretty ticked off that they have to do this at all. There is some yelling involved at certain stuffed animals, along with some grumbling, and finally accepting that this is their fate and dealing with it.

And besides, it's... not all bad, is it? If it's with Komaeda, then...

He shakes that from his head now, as he's descending down the ladder. He can be flustered when he's not at risk of breaking his neck. As it is, though, he ends up grumbling a bit out loud.]

Who would ever put a morgue at the bottom of a ball pit...? Who would make people have dates here?

[Apparently chinchillas do. Or something.

But eventually, Hinata reaches the bottom and steps away from the ladder with a relieved sigh. He looks back up at where the trapdoor hangs open.

The last thing Hinata had told Komaeda was that he'd meet him here, so he probably doesn't have much longer to wait. Standing here now, though, he can feel some nervousness finally sinking into his shoulders. This is really happening, isn't it?

He never thought his first date would be like this. But... If it's with Komaeda, then...

It's fine, isn't it?

That's the thought that gets a little of the tension to seep out of his shoulders, finally, and Hinata leans back against the wall to wait.]

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[ Komaeda isn't sure if it's because of his rocky history with luck or in spite of it, but he finds himself honestly surprised not to be up for elimination - mostly because it isn't luck that makes people like you. Despite that, clearly the strange little chinchillas thought he had chemistry with at least one person.

Hinata.

He walks slowly towards the morgue, where they'd agreed to meet. They hadn't planned a date really, but then, what amount of planning would make a date with him palatable? In a morgue no less. No matter how much Hinata professed to like him, Komaeda feels very certain it's only the scrambled memories speaking. No matter what has colored Hinata's view of him, he's sure it's only a matter of time before the truth wins out.

At least a date will clear any of that up, he thinks, and he and Hinata can finally be on the same page. He doesn't like the uncertainty. Or the confusion. It's much easier to be hated than to wonder.

Reaching the ladder he looks dubious, taking a careful step -

that cracks the weak rung at the top completely in half. Trying to retain some control over the situation, Komaeda grabs hold of the ladder which proceeds to split like a zipper, breaking at every rung, as he falls down to the floor, pieces of broken ladder everywhere when he finally hits bottom.

Komaeda is miraculously uninjured. ]

Ah. Sorry about that.