AFTER-ICE-CREAM-PARTY

[pecker]

[Boy everyone is so bloodthirsty tonight. And now a kid is dead and another is gonna execute. Do y'all need some baskin robbins, because it seems like you do!!! So before everyone can leave, Niwatori raises her voice louder than it's gone before now to draw a little attention, and then deflates immediately when she actually gets it.]

Excuse me, please! U-um... this case was really hard, and I think we could all use some time to cool our heads before we finally go back. So... ice cream? Who's with me?

[she'll lead the pack there and anyone else can go home or to visit Clarisse on the set of Orange is the new Black.

Niwa's not that good of a host though, she just gets her own ice cream and lets everyone serve themselves. Who is she to limit your freedom. (Someone who doesn't want to be partly responsible for a Millium Monstrosity, that's who.)]

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[doublelammy]

[Millium does not go to get ice cream with the others, at least, not immediately. Instead, she goes to the cell.

The feeling is different, this time, seeing Clarisse behind those bars. Knowing what she'll be doing come morning. It's different, because there isn't one at all.

She wraps a hand around one of the bars of the cell, keeping a steady gaze on Clarisse as she speaks softly.]

I just want to know. Why him?

[That's all she's here for. She'll go once she gets an answer, but she's not leaving without one.]

[snideper]

[Sucks for Millium, because Clarisse doesn't so much as turn to look at her; doesn't blink, doesn't even breathe any differently.

Something inside her has just...shut off. She may as well not have noticed Millium at all.]

[doublelammy]

Hey. I asked you a question.

[You know, as you say to people who are dying.]

Ignoring me isn't gonna change anything.

[snideper]

[Nnnnope. Nothing. Just a silent, dead-eyed stare at the wall.]

[doublelammy]

[Millium opens her mouth to argue again, but the words die in her throat.

What will she gain by knowing the reason, anyway? It's not like it's going to bring Bakugou back. And knowing Clarisse, it's probably as terrible of a reason as Nine's was.]

...Fine. Whatever.

[She pushes herself off the bar, turning on her heel to leave.]

I'll see you in the morning.

[bye bitch]