"Dude." Allie tugged down her shirt and winced. "Sure, none of our clothes fit and we all look like someone's parents, but is this really gonna convince anyone to murder anybody?"

"I have no idea," Ryoji said with a nervous laugh. "We could always just switch clothes with the adults, anyway. I've always wanted to try on Ryuunosuke's leopard-print jacket!"

That made Haruka double over with laughter. "Yes," she said, grabbing his arm with the hand that wasn't clutching her stomach. "You should totally, totally do it! It's 'your perfect thing!' This is gonna be the best motive ever. He'll get tired after we've just used it to have fun."

"I wouldn't count on that." Silver scoffed. "This is one of those motives where Monobear gives us something weak because someone is already close to snapping. I'd give us three days before we have a body on our hands."

"Can you not?" Allie grumbled. Dave and Haruka shot her thankful looks, no doubt thinking of which of her loved ones would either accidentally scare down the stairs or flat-out murder which of his that week.

"Either way," Ryoji said, waving his hands in front of his face. "This must be a fun motive. I wonder what the adults are doing..."

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A young, dark-haired Futo swimming in oversized robes glanced at puppy Isabelle, then at Tsukiyama's door, and then back at Isabelle.

"They have been in there for nearly thirty minutes," she grumbled. "Prithee, do their indulgent teenage spirits know no modesty?"

Isabelle scratched behind her ear and blushed. "At least they put a sock on the door..."