. . . Hanako-san, her face was like MINE. She looked like ME.

[Her shoulders hunch, shuddering.]

There were... lots of little scale patches on her pale, sad face. Her eyes were kinda dead-fish esque, but always a lil puffy, like she'd been sobbing? She had a hat, one long braid, my hair color...

I-I was exploring. . . and I went to a school, very much identical to this one, right? And-- When I went to the school's pool to see if anyone actually used it... I saw a ghost. Not like our Rumor ones. . . I ran back here as fast as I could.

[Rubs her face.]

I can't get her face off my mind. . .

[RUNNING FOR THE BATHROOM TO FIND @toiletboundspirit.bsky.social , slamming the door and sliding down to the floor onto her butt, head in hands.]

Hanako-san, get out here! This is IMPORTANT!

[CLUNG TO HIM LIKE A KOALA! THIS IS SCARY! ACK!]

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

[She cannot believe this is her knight in shining armor. She squeaks when picked up, and panicks once they TAKE OFF???]

SLOW DOWN, HANAKO! I THINK I MIGHT ACTUALLY GET SICK??????

[ABSOLUTELY WRETCHES AT THE TEXTURE OF HIS CLAMMY HANDS.]

EUGH, HANAKO--!

[She bemoans him and his gross ass hands, but eventually, defeated, begins to follow him.]

. . . I want to get a box of mochi doughnuts, so we should see if this new place has any places that even sell them.

[Reaching instinctively for one of Hanako's hands. Stops as soon as their pinkies stop. He's still...clammy. Ough.]

. . . You met a psychic!? With a BOWLCUT? Oh my. . . Maybe we could find him a ghost barber. . . [She seems entirely serious about that.]

Well, good thing I'm not dead, at least... but, then, if some of them can see you, what about the rest?

. . . People can SEE you here? Does that mean they're all dead too?

[Trying to wrap her hand around that fact.]

Oh god, am /I/ dead now? Did I slip on a puddle in the bathroom and brain myself on the tile!?

[She'd be blushing if she wasn't hyper aware of how clammy his fucking hands were. . .]

. . . I guess we always do, huh.

[Shuddering at the clamminess once that sentence is out of her mouth.]

Uuuuueerrrggh.

. . . Being lost somewhere completely new with YOU of all people might be worse than cleaning a bathroom.

[Huffs, cheeks puffed up like a hamster.]

[Wishing she could push him without falling through him, Nene offers a bitter sigh.]

Ehhh? You don't even know where we are? Man, was kinda hoping you knew!

I smell like bathroom cleaner, but I wonder who could possibly have me cleaning nasty school bathrooms after school every day? Hmm, can't put my finger on that...

[She's being super sardonic. Spicy Nene.]