Ichijou was... Actually doing pretty well for himself so far. After receiving an infuriating message and encountering his first-ever real-life zombie, he had actually managed to stomp it to death in a little tantrum. This was what happened when he was under enough stress, the subject of enough ridicule, and perhaps most importantly, when he was in a bad mood from being hungry. He was glad to have survived the encounter, though he regretted his lack of elegance in dealing with it - his punishment was an enormous mess all over his shoes, his pants, the walls, the floor... He'd probably never be able to get the mess out of his pants and shoes, and it was going to take AGES to get all of that nastiness out of the walls. Worst idea ever.
But at least after letting out his rage and following it up with a regretful panic, he managed to gain a somewhat more level head. Not wanting to have to deal with more of these goddamn zombies than he had to, he thought to use his makeup (particularly his cherry-red nail polish, which was far too bright a shade of red but it was the most recent color he'd painted his nails and thusly the only color he had a bottle of in his pocket for emergency touch-ups) to put together a (kind of shitty) disguise so that he could at least get to a kitchen to stress-eat.
And stress-eat he did, so much that it made his stomach bulge out a bit. As it turned out this had a double-advantage of both making him much, much happier and making his disguise a degree more convincing, as he would occasionally give off a shameless little moan. It wasn't quite the same sort as the zombies were making, but they didn't seem to mind.
From there he simply decided to start following the zombies around while sometimes darting off to harass people over the CAT. They seemed to travel in groups, and there was a good possibility that they could lead him to something (or someone) important.
The front few members of Ichijou's zombie posse must've made some sort of discovery, since there was a distinctly accented human voice coming from some distance around a corner...
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But at least after letting out his rage and following it up with a regretful panic, he managed to gain a somewhat more level head. Not wanting to have to deal with more of these goddamn zombies than he had to, he thought to use his makeup (particularly his cherry-red nail polish, which was far too bright a shade of red but it was the most recent color he'd painted his nails and thusly the only color he had a bottle of in his pocket for emergency touch-ups) to put together a (kind of shitty) disguise so that he could at least get to a kitchen to stress-eat.
And stress-eat he did, so much that it made his stomach bulge out a bit. As it turned out this had a double-advantage of both making him much, much happier and making his disguise a degree more convincing, as he would occasionally give off a shameless little moan. It wasn't quite the same sort as the zombies were making, but they didn't seem to mind.
From there he simply decided to start following the zombies around while sometimes darting off to harass people over the CAT. They seemed to travel in groups, and there was a good possibility that they could lead him to something (or someone) important.
The front few members of Ichijou's zombie posse must've made some sort of discovery, since there was a distinctly accented human voice coming from some distance around a corner...