just a horrible idea, really.

“Okay,” Shuichi says after a moment, his voice much more hushed. “Kaede, I…. I think I got a tattoo last night.”She blinks, and can’t hold back the laugh from escaping. Shuichi just sounded so miserable. “Sorry! Sorry, just- where is it? What is it of? I can’t believe this, Shuichi, you degenerate. Are you going to join the yakuza next?” Where did he even get it done? She can’t think of any nearby places that would offer tattoos, and even then, she thinks they probably aren’t allowed to give them to drunk people, right?“It’s of Kokichi’s name.”Kaede goes very quiet. She can hear Shuichi breathing into his phone. “Shuichi, no.”