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WHO: Inumuta, Gamagori, Sanageyama + OTHER POTENTIAL ROOMMATES??
WHERE: Kill La Kill house
WHEN: Backdated to Tuesday/Wednesdayish.
WHAT: Houka did a bad thing and now he has to say sorry.
WARNINGS: Violence (in the form of someone being beat up, and someone being whipped) SO... yeah.

Houka arrives back at the shared apartment, fully aware of what he must do. Per Gamagori's permission, he intends to apologize for his actions. Mostly to Gamagori and Sanageyama, but really, to anyone who's there to listen. In some way or another, he knows he's said or done something awful to his roommates, and it took that time in solitary confinement to really get that through to him. He had to be better. They deserved better.

Inumuta sends a look to Gamagori when he steps inside, the other nodding at his arrival, knowing full well what he plans to do, and takes a seat on the living room couch. Sanageyama joins him as well, kicking his feet onto the coffee table by said couch. Anyone who happens to be in the apartment at the time is free to sit in, it's not as if Inumuta minds. He is a proud individual, but not so proud that he'd be too embarrassed to apologize to someone who he thought he ought to apologize to.

Once the two are on the couch, Inumuta begins.

"I messed up. That much is obvious. Aside from getting caught, I did this without speaking to either of you. I thought I could handle it. I didn't think this would be a big deal, a simple information gather. It obviously wasn't. I underestimated what I was up against, and I'm lucky that I was let off easily. If this had been a more dangerous situation, things would not be so fortunate, I'm sure." Inumuta pauses, looking over both of their facial expressions, and continues. "I was reckless. I thought of no one but myself, rather than thinking of us as a team. I'm sorry for not telling either of you what I was doing until it was too late, and for failing to get us more information. I resign to whatever punishments the two of you intend for me."

He bows deeply and rigidly.

"Please forgive me, Gamagori and Sanageyama."

~~And that's how you lose with dignity, Sanageyama.~~

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Well, everything should be okay, shouldn't it? He made an ass out of himself in public, he's gonna get punished for it anyway and he's apologized to both of them. Sanageyama's pretty satisfied.

"Apology accepted. I'm sure whatever Gamagori has in mind will be fine, so I won't suggest anything extra, as far as punishment goes. You seem genuinely penitent anyway. Good enough for me."

Honestly, he was kind of hoping that this apology would work well enough that Sanageyama wouldn't take away his computer. He could withstand Gamagori's potential punishment, being whipped wasn't nearly as bad as having to give up his computer.

Inumuta sighs, relaxing a little. "Thanks."

"I'm still holding onto your computer for a bit though."

Oh sorry he meant any punishments on top of that. Whoops.

NANI SORE??

"I thought you said- no punishment..."

"I meant on top of that." Sounding like he's surprised at him. "I told you before it didn't matter what you said, remember?"

"You made it sound like all was forgiven. I thought we were past this." Staring at Sanageyama. The calm he had once a minute ago has completely left him.

"A week without your computer won't kill you."

He shrugs.

"Besides, this'll stick more than anything Gamagori will do to you. Giving in early will do more harm than good."

"Sanageyama."

Have you ever seen Inumuta look quite so... horror-stricken?

"...Three days. I can do three days."

"Just what do you think this is?"

Seriously.

"Are you going to try and negotiate with Gamagori too? Ask for only a little whipping?"

"I've learned my lesson! I'd rather take his punishment twice-"

He's complaining. He's whining.

"No. I'm not. It's in my room. I'll get it for you."

Whoa there, eager beaver. Sanageyama stands up before Inumuta can leave by himself.

"I'll come with you."

Inumuta stops, watching Sanageyama rush to get ahead of him. "...Fine. I'm not planning on stopping you. This isn't some crazy plan to get out of giving my laptop to you." Inumuta continues, walking leisurely toward his room. "I'm not going to say I'm not upset about this, but I'm not going to be immature about it."

"I just know what you're like, that's all. If someone banned me from fighting I'm sure you guys wouldn't want me by myself with my uniform and weapon."

Though he says it pretty casually, as opposed to being actually chastising about it.

"I have restraint." Because that explains everything. They arrive in his room. It's not as well kept as it could be, but it's also no where near as bad as it could be. But still, probably worse off than maybe Uzu expected of him. Inumuta approaches his desk, picking up the laptop and... holding it. Not exactly handing it over right away.

"..."

So much restraint, clearly. That's why he's holding onto his laptop like it's his pet dog about to be put down, isn't he. Sanageyama even considers asking him whether or not he needs to give them a moment, as a joke, but he decides against it.

Just over here waiting, bro.

If Sanageyama asked him if he needed a moment, he'd probably say yes. There would be stroking of the laptops outer shell, and maybe some heartfelt staring.

But eventually, he comes to. Holds out the laptop with both hands, turning his head away.

"If anything happens to it, I'll kill you myself! ...And don't look at the browser history!!"

...wow, okay. Definitely holding that laptop away from his body once he takes it. Why is he such a gross nerd?

"I hadn't planned on it...but I'll make sure it's alright."

And sealed in a goddamned bag because GROSS.

Unlike what Sanageyama is thinking, this is what Inumuta is trying to hide. "You better." The amount of glaring that's happening...

Still creepy, only because it's him.

"Relax. I'm trusting you not to break the confiscation, you trust me not to break your computer, alright? Even punishments have to be a mutual trust thing."

That's all… true. He knows Sanageyama would never intentionally hurt his computer. It's the accidents he's worried about.

"…I know. I understand."

Still. Ugh….

And he immediately tucks it under one arm, holding it like a goddamned book with just one hand to support it.

"Good. I'm gonna go stash this someplace safe."

Off he goes.

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