OK overture

[sisters]

Who: Rantarou Amami & anyone who hits me up
What: June catch-all
When: 06/01 onwards
Where: Various locations
Warnings: TBA

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mise picked for me

This post serves as a place for me to gather all of Amami's closed threads, starters, and miscellany through the month. If you want to set something up, I can be reached by PM or at kagehira

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[sisters]

( yeah, komaeda's pretty out of it. not that he can be blamed for the fact, but it is... well, anyway, it doesn't look like he'll be taking notice of amami any time soon.

so he exhales. thinks it over. his eyes return to the book in his hands, passing over the words: cyanide poisoning, pressuric acid, a motive. it's all rather tame for a mystery novel, standard fare. he turns the words over in his mind, considering the book, the genre, komaeda's apparent tastes. setting it down beside him, amami lifts himself back to his feet — with hardly a glance to komaeda, he wanders off between the stacks again.

...

he does, however, return.

it takes him a good few minutes to find what he's looking for, but it isn't impossible. when he comes back, there are a few books in his hands: an atlas, for one, and a couple of geography and wildlife biology books — you know, the kinds with pictures in them. he had a gist of where they were, taking note earlier, but it still took him a bit to find any that were half decent, and he's still not entirely satisfied. either way, they're not bad, per se; certainly, better alternatives to what komaeda'd had. a small offering, heartfelt if not a particularly impressive, and he'll crouch down and set them over top of the book that he doubts komaeda has bothered to turn the page of yet. )

[commences]

( as the unknown books are placed in his lap, komaeda's attention falls down to look at what's there now courtesy of amami, and as he drops his eyes onto it... it's different. this isn't his choice of reading, but he stares at the front of the book, or the page that amami has chosen for him to look at. he doesn't move his hands to engage just yet, instead, he thinks about what he's supposed to do with this. open his mind to various locations or read about who lives where, it's not an idea that's ever crossed his mind, but he doesn't have reason to push away.

rather, he's too tired to actually push it away. )

...

( it takes him a few moments, but once he's able to unball his hand, there's a few crescent indentions in his palm, and he lifts it to place a hand over the book. his fingers drum along the surface before he moves his hand under to pull at the book he was "reading" moments ago — amami can see how visible komaeda's hand shakes as he sets the mystery book to the side. he doesn't want too much on his legs because it feels like a reaction that he wants to jump up just in case of any changes — who knows what will happen.

his hand lays flat on the biology book now, he's taking awhile to do anything, but at least there's movement? )

[sisters]

( and that movement's enough for him.

rather than stare him down while he's going through it like this, though, as soon as komaeda's dropped his eyes down to look at the books in his lap, amami will continue on. he brings his notebook back out, scribbling down once more on the first blank slip of paper he finds, and tears the sheet out. with that, he'll slide it over top of the books he's just handed over, pull himself to his feet, and offer a wave before he heads back.

he doesn't know if it helps and, admittedly, it probably won't do much either way — struck him as better than nothing at all though.

he'll be back tomorrow, too, in any case. )

books and photos aren't the same as being able to actually go somewhere, but it's been a while since we've had a change of scenery, don't you think? you should take a break from this place, even if it's only for a little while

[commences]

( his eyes look over to the piece of paper written to him, he makes an effort to read the first two words "books and photos," and he is almost against it. he doesn't want to do anything that applies effort, but he doesn't watch as amami gets to his feet, nor does he catch the wave, and the way the other turns on his heel to leave out from the library. it's still quiet, he's alone now, he's nestled up in this area where only one person knows, and no one can tell him anything but the note left to him.

this time, he tries to read a little more as he raises a hand to run through his hair tired while he exhales, and it doesn't get caught on any of the knots as it passes through. as he continues the note, they have been trapped in here for quite awhile, and it stands out to komaeda, it's been the same scenery for months... and he feels anxious, his hand tightens in the mass of his hair —

if he took a break — he yanks. if he just didn't exist — he yanks again. if he was just dead — he pulls harder, flinching until he feels some hair in his hand through blurry vision.

would hell... be a nice place to be? )