Otherside Picnic: Volume 7 by Iori Miyazawa

Author:Iori Miyazawa [Miyazawa, Iori]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: J-Novel Club
Published: 2022-05-30T00:00:00+00:00

6

“You came, Kamikoshi-san. Yippee!”

I don’t see what there is to “yippee” about, I thought as I looked through the glass at Runa Urumi.

We were in a room in DS Research’s medical ward that was brightly lit with fluorescent lights. It had been specially soundproofed, and Runa Urumi was smiling as she held a little whiteboard for writing messages to people outside.

It was just me and Toriko facing her on the other side of the thick acrylic glass. Migiwa was in another room, watching through security cameras.

Runa waved at Toriko who was standing beside me. It might seem like she was being polite, but you could tell that she was treating us like idiots. She wrote something on her whiteboard, then turned it so we could see.

“What brings you here today?”

I turned on the mic. “Can we come in?” I asked.

I could tell the answer even before I heard her surprised, “Huh?” There was no need to wait, so I pressed my hand against the fingerprint scanner on the door. When we came to check on the medical ward after T-san’s attack, they’d registered our prints so we’d be able to open the door too. The door opened with a slight gust of air as the seal broke, and then we went inside.

The door closed behind us. Runa still looked nonplussed. “Wait, am I being released?”

It was a question said as a joke, but when we didn’t laugh, her expression grew serious.

“What is this, out of nowhere? You’re scaring me here. I mean, the way you’re acting, you’re either here to execute me, or release me... One of the two, right?”

“We came in because it’s annoying waiting for you to write,” I said.

“What, what, what? This is scary.”

“There’s something we want to talk to you about. Sit down.”

“Wh-What are you going to do?”

“We don’t have our guns. See? We’re just going to talk.”

Finally noticing we were empty-handed, Runa sat down on the bed, a look of suspicion on her face. We were still standing. “You can use the chair over there, Kamikoshi-san. There’s only one, so Toriko-san will have to stand. Sorry.”

Toriko didn’t move. She didn’t bite at Runa’s little provocations, just staying silent. Even Runa had to be a little unnerved by that. When Toriko just looked down at you, silent and expressionless, she was really intimidating. I knew from repeated firsthand experience.

“What do you want to talk about...?”

“Runa, how do you feel about Satsuki Uruma?” I cut to the chase. Runa gave me a goofy grin.

“Oh, gosh. What are you asking me? You know I just worship her. I’m so touched that they left these stigmata on my adorable face, and—”

“Enough of that,” I cut off the stream of drivel coming out of Runa’s mouth. “I know you’re pissed that she killed your mom. No need to act cute for our sake.”

The expression vanished from her face. I’d been half guessing, but it looked like I’d hit the mark. “Could you not talk like you understand?”

“Sorry, but I’m not able to act considerate.

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