Somehow, Keiichi doubted that he would follow his father's instructions to, quote, "go find that ex-girlfriend of yours! She's missed gym for the third straight day, so you have permission to use any and all suplexes to drag her sorry rear end back here!"
Still, he figured he knew where Kondo-san was. It was where most of the team seemed to disappear to when they didn't want to be found.
Well. Keiichi mostly went to his room. The Butterfly Room was still...sort of creepy to him.
Especially considering that as he walked in, some of the hands seemed engaged in moving the dolls around. Two of them had Misaki and his doll, and seemed to be taking great delight in mushing them against one another.
"Kondo-san," Keiichi managed, neatly stepping around a hand that went for his ankle, and taking a seat on the sweet couch. "My dad sort of, err, wants you to come to gym."