Soyo's in hell, but it's warm down here, so he'll stay.
"We of the Vassago house are wolves," his Father tells him. "We are a pack, a family. And here the strong protect the weak, and no one is left behind."
(He'll get a little addicted to insanity...
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"Eh? Me?"
"Yes, you," Ameri says, the Student Council behind her. "You're on leash for the next two days. You're not allowed anywhere without supervision."
Soyo is crushed, ears deflating miserably. "But I was a good boy?"
Quiche chuckles, patting him on the head. "Yes, yes, you were. Abnormally so during the Battler Party, honestly," he says, "we're not punishing you or anything."
"You're spoiling him," Johnny Western says, when Smoke comes by with a lollipop to cheer Soyo up. "All of you. Seriously."
"But Western, it's so rare we get a junior to pamper," Quiche argues, moving from patting to just straight up hugging and smothering, "we're not even on duty now. It's okay, right?"
"Quite the opposite," Ameri says, "it's not that it's okay to spoil him because we're off duty; It's okay to spoil him when we're off duty because that is his purpose here."
"It is?!" Western is mortified.
At the permission, Soyo is engulfed by two and a half hugs, hands reaching for his ears and tail as he's distracted by the lollipop.
But he has not forgotten the sacrilege just yet.
"But I was a good boy, why am I on a leash?" Soyo whines.
"It's that time of the year for you," Ameri explains, picking up a stack of papers. "I'm talking about Wicked Cycles, you know."
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Soyo doesn't have them frequently. Everyone's different, and some people have more restraint than others, but it generally isn't healthy to hold yourself back for long.
As for Soyo... he honestly isn't sure.
He doesn't really remember the last time he had one— every once in a while Ameri puts him on surveillance, but he never ends up waking to an Evil streak, and they naturally transition back to their daily routine soon after.
(Well, it doesn't really matter. Ameri's always handled it just fine.)
"Ah, Soyoyon! Grab a lightstick and join us!"
Soyo walks into the Misfits classroom to see the crew doing the Wotagei Light Dance before a projector of Akudol Kuromu's current live show. Jazz holds a lightstick in his direction and he beams, excited.
"Come on! We'll teach you the moves!"
Let this be your arbitrary reminder that Soyo was once a 2D-otaku and hikiNEET gamer and absolutely degenerate of human society. And in his past life he was also deprived of full mobility, and thus was never able to participate in these.
