[He looks up at the shoulder touch-- almost jumpy, as he looks as her properly again. It's a small reassurance, but the simple gesture is enough. To know that she's still here, that she's still listening, that she hasn't given up on them in disgust, or hatred.
He relaxes a little, but it's just barely.]
...Yeah. Class 78. Junko Enoshima's class.
[He leans his hip against the podium, looking back at the facsimile of the rest of the 77th. Though he's already starting to get a bit more drippy than usual, despite the confidence boost from their surroundings.]
After the riots started, the remainder of the living staff and students barricaded themselves inside the school. Enoshima killed the headmaster... and since they were locked in, she used it to orchestrate the first killing game. That's... the one where Ikusaba died. Where Junko died, too.
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He relaxes a little, but it's just barely.]
...Yeah. Class 78. Junko Enoshima's class.
[He leans his hip against the podium, looking back at the facsimile of the rest of the 77th. Though he's already starting to get a bit more drippy than usual, despite the confidence boost from their surroundings.]
After the riots started, the remainder of the living staff and students barricaded themselves inside the school. Enoshima killed the headmaster... and since they were locked in, she used it to orchestrate the first killing game. That's... the one where Ikusaba died. Where Junko died, too.