You knew that messing around would come back to bite you, all three of you knew, but made the mistake of not taking it seriously. Now you were in a holding cell, detained for shoplifting. You were just laying on the bed provided, while Kokichi straddled your lap, poking your face while repeating your name over and over again to get your attention while Nagito just stood next to you, trying to keep everyone optimistic by saying stuff about hope.