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Shuichi was just sitting at his desk not doing anything since there simply is nothing to do. He's practically falling asleep when the door slammed open, causing him to fall out of his chair with a yell.
"Ouma, I swear you're going to kill me." He muttered.
"Shuichi! Get up! I wanna play a game!"
These requests were so strange, because well the first person he's met that likes to play games as if he's a child. But he did pick himself up to do what Kokichi wanted to do. Which was building a puzzle, much to his deeper confusion. Not about it, more like what makes the leader truly enjoy this.
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"Did you even do anything interesting for other people?" Kokichi was sitting on his chair upside down.
"Well...I do have a tracker on a Professor's robot just in case he is taken again." While Shuichi's sitting in his own chair the proper way.
"Did you ever speak to it?"
The snooper rolled his eyes, "Him. But yes I texted him, once."
"Gimmie its number, I have an important question."
"Ouma, he has a gender." Shuichi sighed, knowing that this probably won't end well.
"Impossible! Robots don't have those!"
Kokichi snickered as he sent his evil text.
Do robots have dicks?