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]

( 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? )