Vantas-kun. She would have to ask him about what kind of name it was later, as interesting as it was (Vantas -- it was always difficult for her, pronouncing the V in English class) -- but for now, there was the room.
If it bothered her at all, being in a boy's bedroom, then the feeling was shadowed over by more important items of interest. Her eyes were intent as she searched the room; Ishida-kun was as neat and tidy as ever, and it didn't take her long to determine which side belonged to whom. Not that she assumed Vantas-kun was messy per se, just... after knowing Ishida-kun for so long, it was really no contest.
If she had more time, she'd dust for fingerprints. Try to improvise a black light out of the flashlight she'd tucked into the waistband of her sweatpants. Alas, she had no access to luminol, and the clock was still ticking -- no time for her to play detective.
Thankfully, she didn't have to think very hard to figure out what to do instead.
"Is this your journal, Vantas-kun?" A little rude, perhaps, to open it before waiting for his answer, but... "Ah, this is Ishida-kun's handwriting, I think... Yes! I think it is!" Orihime flipped through the pages, searching -- not reading so much as scanning for key words, pictures maybe. After all, it wasn't very kind to go about reading Ishida-kun's diary, if he'd used the journal for such a purpose.
It wasn't long until she stumbled upon a picture of a... map? Yes, there was the Sun Room, the cafeteria -- it was a map of the first floor of the institute. Most of the hallways were labeled, too. A boxed space labeled 'Greenhouse' had a question mark written right next to it. So too did some of the doctors' offices, the group therapy rooms...
But despite that, a map of the second floor was nowhere to be found.
"Maybe... we should check upstairs," she mentioned, almost offhandedly as she clutched at the journal in her hands. The lines were blurring on the page no matter how hard she focused, but her gaze was firm when she lifted her head. "There's nothing in here about it, but... it doesn't seem like Ishida-kun could be on this floor."
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If it bothered her at all, being in a boy's bedroom, then the feeling was shadowed over by more important items of interest. Her eyes were intent as she searched the room; Ishida-kun was as neat and tidy as ever, and it didn't take her long to determine which side belonged to whom. Not that she assumed Vantas-kun was messy per se, just... after knowing Ishida-kun for so long, it was really no contest.
If she had more time, she'd dust for fingerprints. Try to improvise a black light out of the flashlight she'd tucked into the waistband of her sweatpants. Alas, she had no access to luminol, and the clock was still ticking -- no time for her to play detective.
Thankfully, she didn't have to think very hard to figure out what to do instead.
"Is this your journal, Vantas-kun?" A little rude, perhaps, to open it before waiting for his answer, but... "Ah, this is Ishida-kun's handwriting, I think... Yes! I think it is!" Orihime flipped through the pages, searching -- not reading so much as scanning for key words, pictures maybe. After all, it wasn't very kind to go about reading Ishida-kun's diary, if he'd used the journal for such a purpose.
It wasn't long until she stumbled upon a picture of a... map? Yes, there was the Sun Room, the cafeteria -- it was a map of the first floor of the institute. Most of the hallways were labeled, too. A boxed space labeled 'Greenhouse' had a question mark written right next to it. So too did some of the doctors' offices, the group therapy rooms...
But despite that, a map of the second floor was nowhere to be found.
"Maybe... we should check upstairs," she mentioned, almost offhandedly as she clutched at the journal in her hands. The lines were blurring on the page no matter how hard she focused, but her gaze was firm when she lifted her head. "There's nothing in here about it, but... it doesn't seem like Ishida-kun could be on this floor."