Talk about mood whiplash.
Hokori hadn’t exactly taken the trial seriously. At least, not at first. Then again, he’d never really been the type of person to recognize the gravity of a situation until it was too late. Someone was fated to die anyway though, weren’t they? There was nothing he could have done, except for try his damnedest to help them all in the right direction so that someone innocent wouldn’t die. And that’s exactly what they all managed to accomplish, isn’t it? Even if it was by the skin of their teeth, and Hokori himself barely had anything to contribute, they nailed the culprit. So why does he feel so sick?
He watched someone die.
After a long, tear-filled hug with Tokiyo, he returns to his own room, wrestling with the day’s vivid memories, and he wonders if his insomnia’s to blame, or if he’d be up all night either way. He has no recollection of falling asleep, but it must have happened, because there’s no denying that he wakes up on the floor of a department store with absolutely no memory of how he got there.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
That stupid legless lizard is just trying to piss them off now. Well. It’s working. Are they really here? After all that? God, who even shops here? Not rock stars, that’s for sure.
“Well, Toki-san, we did it. We found hell on earth.”
He waltzes over to the bassist, cringing at their surroundings. The theme park was pretty legit. This is just sad.
“Let’s do something fun. Let’s raise some hell.”