( once she chooses which she wants, he's turning around to put the other's back — there's a cord wrapped around his leg as a toaster bounces against the floor while following him. as soon as he's where he was, his prosthetic hand taps against the surface of the counter lightly, and it's hard to tell if the whirring is coming from the mixer or his own fingers, but he keeps pulling down various icings and powders.
it's easy to tell which people leave an impression on her — even though the reaction was faint, komaeda is mindful as well as aware of his surroundings. the same can be said for the prospector, he hasn't seen him in awhile now, and it dawns on him that before he left he did attempt to try and understand him. he wonders if that was his own luck working against him, and that because he came close is why he's gone now... he wonders if the same can be said for naegi as well. he may not be able to understand the feelings of people, but he doesn't find rika to be difficult, and without any hesitation, he decides to change the flow of the conversation. )
Do you think we'll graduate... we're both first years.
( he's not sure what the requirements of passing are, but considering what the school has people do for status around here... he wouldn't be too surprised if it was about killing their classmates. it's not like it hasn't happened before, considering the last killing game he was in — it was kill or be killed, luckily komaeda's more than willing to give his life for something hopeful. )
Kawaii-san, he says I'm not considerate of him. ( he remembers it well, and part of him wonders if rokkun was complaining. if he was, it's fine, because komaeda isn't the best person to be around, and even he knows this. it's why he speaks negatively about himself, and his worth, because his reason for living is for the sake of hope. nothing else, he's just scum among the ultimates that exist, and treats those without talents a little worse than others. ) He wants to go to a university to become an architect. ( the ultimate architect that is! )
I don't believe I have any influence on him... ( he says this casually, thinking if he wants anything he does to effect him. hope's different, that can lead a person towards their own goal, their reason, to help fulfil their purpose in life. to see him achieve his own hope has nothing to do with komaeda, and so he leads his life accordingly. he sighs at the thought, taking a quick glance at the palm of his hand until he grabs all the items on the counter. )
...so to see someone as difficult as you with him, it's ni — aaah! Woooo!!
( with the toaster cord still wrapped around his ankle, he isn't paying attention as he comes closer towards rika until the toaster final destinations, swinging in front of komaeda's foot so that he trips. as he stumbles face first into the ground, the ginger power flies into the air, and diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiives right into the mix, emptying the entire bottle. )
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it's easy to tell which people leave an impression on her — even though the reaction was faint, komaeda is mindful as well as aware of his surroundings. the same can be said for the prospector, he hasn't seen him in awhile now, and it dawns on him that before he left he did attempt to try and understand him. he wonders if that was his own luck working against him, and that because he came close is why he's gone now... he wonders if the same can be said for naegi as well. he may not be able to understand the feelings of people, but he doesn't find rika to be difficult, and without any hesitation, he decides to change the flow of the conversation. )
Do you think we'll graduate... we're both first years.
( he's not sure what the requirements of passing are, but considering what the school has people do for status around here... he wouldn't be too surprised if it was about killing their classmates. it's not like it hasn't happened before, considering the last killing game he was in — it was kill or be killed, luckily komaeda's more than willing to give his life for something hopeful. )
Kawaii-san, he says I'm not considerate of him. ( he remembers it well, and part of him wonders if rokkun was complaining. if he was, it's fine, because komaeda isn't the best person to be around, and even he knows this. it's why he speaks negatively about himself, and his worth, because his reason for living is for the sake of hope. nothing else, he's just scum among the ultimates that exist, and treats those without talents a little worse than others. ) He wants to go to a university to become an architect. ( the ultimate architect that is! )
I don't believe I have any influence on him... ( he says this casually, thinking if he wants anything he does to effect him. hope's different, that can lead a person towards their own goal, their reason, to help fulfil their purpose in life. to see him achieve his own hope has nothing to do with komaeda, and so he leads his life accordingly. he sighs at the thought, taking a quick glance at the palm of his hand until he grabs all the items on the counter. )
...so to see someone as difficult as you with him, it's ni — aaah! Woooo!!
( with the toaster cord still wrapped around his ankle, he isn't paying attention as he comes closer towards rika until the toaster final destinations, swinging in front of komaeda's foot so that he trips. as he stumbles face first into the ground, the ginger power flies into the air, and diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiives right into the mix, emptying the entire bottle. )