[Sand. Salt. It clings to his cheek as he lifts his face from the bank and spits, as he coughs with some fraction of his usual might. His body aches all over and the air stings scratches he didn't even know he had.
Nekomaru freezes, then pushes himself to his feet in one mad scramble. His geta sink into the sand, but it's nothing he's not used to. Nothing is what he's not used to. He stares at his callused, thick, battle-scarred hands.
He's human again.
Never mind that this beach lacks Jabberwock Island's refreshing breeze. Never mind the smell of saltpeter or the complaints of his weary, abraded body. Never mind his last memories of where he ought to be.
Like the unstoppable rise of the sun, the smile breaks across Nekomaru's face, widens, brightens, and then breaks into full, booming laughter. He clenches his fists and roars to the distant sky.]
Gwaaaaaaaahahahahaha! Take that, Monokuma! Nidai Nekomaru HAS RETURRRRRNEDDD FROM HELLLLLLLLLLLL!!!
[He pauses to think about it, then pumps both fists high above his head.]
...AGAIN!
[2]
Ngh...Gnnnggh...
[Apparently unaware of the passersby swerving to give his groaning a wide berth, Nekomaru paces up and down one of Vandare's piers, nose buried in a pamphlet someone handed him. Normally, one might expect him to be running for the nearest bathroom, but for once, Nekomaru's bowels aren't foremost on his mind. He shakes his head and smacks the pamphlet with the back of his hand.]
These people...do they have any idea what they're doing? No, this is no good at all...! Who do they think they're kidding with THIS SHIT?!
[He holds the pamphlet up in his shaking fist, then sighs and returns to studying its contents, scarred brow deeply furrowed.]
This diet...no one would receive the nutrients they need from a single food group, let alone high schoolers still completing their final stages of growth...Rrrrgh, what fools...
[...Oh. Looks like he's reading "Alternatives to Human Flesh."
Nekomaru Nidai | Super Dangan Ronpa 2
[Sand. Salt. It clings to his cheek as he lifts his face from the bank and spits, as he coughs with some fraction of his usual might. His body aches all over and the air stings scratches he didn't even know he had.
Nekomaru freezes, then pushes himself to his feet in one mad scramble. His geta sink into the sand, but it's nothing he's not used to. Nothing is what he's not used to. He stares at his callused, thick, battle-scarred hands.
He's human again.
Never mind that this beach lacks Jabberwock Island's refreshing breeze. Never mind the smell of saltpeter or the complaints of his weary, abraded body. Never mind his last memories of where he ought to be.
Like the unstoppable rise of the sun, the smile breaks across Nekomaru's face, widens, brightens, and then breaks into full, booming laughter. He clenches his fists and roars to the distant sky.]
Gwaaaaaaaahahahahaha! Take that, Monokuma! Nidai Nekomaru HAS RETURRRRRNEDDD FROM HELLLLLLLLLLLL!!!
[He pauses to think about it, then pumps both fists high above his head.]
...AGAIN!
[2]
Ngh...Gnnnggh...
[Apparently unaware of the passersby swerving to give his groaning a wide berth, Nekomaru paces up and down one of Vandare's piers, nose buried in a pamphlet someone handed him. Normally, one might expect him to be running for the nearest bathroom, but for once, Nekomaru's bowels aren't foremost on his mind. He shakes his head and smacks the pamphlet with the back of his hand.]
These people...do they have any idea what they're doing? No, this is no good at all...! Who do they think they're kidding with THIS SHIT?!
[He holds the pamphlet up in his shaking fist, then sighs and returns to studying its contents, scarred brow deeply furrowed.]
This diet...no one would receive the nutrients they need from a single food group, let alone high schoolers still completing their final stages of growth...Rrrrgh, what fools...
[...Oh. Looks like he's reading "Alternatives to Human Flesh."
Charming.]