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(closed) all around the world
Who: Nagito Komaeda & anyone who hits me up
What: June catch-all
When: 06/01 onwards
Where: Various locations
Warnings: TBA
What: June catch-all
When: 06/01 onwards
Where: Various locations
Warnings: TBA
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6/5 — contrarily
Tomorrow's the day...
( he pulls out a baking pan, setting it down on the table next to the baby so that rika can check if the size will be enough. )
I'm really glad Hinata-kun was willing to give us a baby, I doubt he can be a good mother in that state...
( he crosses his right arm before his chest, and uses his left to hold it up properly. )
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... sorry, hinata. sacrifices must have been made for this. )
"Willing" is kind of an exaggeration, you know... ( maybe hinata needed the comfort of the flour to get through these rough times?
they'll never know, because this baby sure is about to die, as she peeks at the baking pan and nods. )
... um... you okay? He looked pretty angry back there —
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He's not him when he's hungry...
( when he thinks about it, their conversation revolved around the information komaeda gained from the final dead room, and the funhouse was an area where they were meant to starve. it's an honest reply, actually. )
If you want, we can cut him off a piece of the cake so that he's back to normal...
( that means she'll have to take it to him, actually. he wastes no time in returning back to normal, smiling happily as if this is just another, regular day. ) Or he can starve, but that's up to you!
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...................................................... hmm... maybe... if rokkun doesn't eat all of it... but we'll see!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! )
It's not my cake, so it's not up to me. I guess if Rocchi says it's fine, we can do it, though.
( she shrugs. she doesn't really know much about hinata, nor why he's being... the way he's being right now, so it's not as if it's her problem. sounds more like komaeda's issue, if anything. )
What, you scared he's gonna go off on you again, if you bring it to him yourself? ( she grabs a large bowl and places it on the countertop, giving komaeda a Stare. ) I'm making the batter, so don't even think about putting anything weird in, got it?
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though, the feelings that he's going through could possibly be avoided if komaeda would just say something. )
...Ah, you can say no, I understand you want to spend time around Rokkun!
( listen, he gets it, and he's not going to take that from her considering how close she's gotten with him. )
It is going to be his special day, after all.
( he doesn't even know if that's the truth or not, and if he got it wrong then... it's the thought that counts. ) ...And if this is your first year celebrating it with him, you don't want to miss it.
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( in the end... this is a cake for his birthday. they can make a separate one for hinata, if anything, though... that means they'll need to steal yet another flour sack. who would be an easy target?
well, anyway, she picks out another baking pan and then takes the eggs, milk and flour to begin making the batter. )
... ( right, first year. apparently rokkun and komaeda have known each other before this, but... realistically speaking, it's just fake memories planted in rokkun's head, and not something that actually happened.
she doesn't like thinking about that, though. it reminds her of her own, fuzzy memories. )
Hmm... don't even know how old he's becoming. Like, probably 18, right?
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( a native to this school, right? so his age would properly correspond with his grade unlike everyone else here, but there are a few who are lucky. if anyone is lucky, it should be him, right, so he can graduate, and finally be freed of thus place. that's all he ever chants, and what he's excited about obtaining. )
Older men aren't bad, they tend to have a lot of wisdom.
( just in general, but he wonders if that's a reference to the candles that sit atop of the cake. he walks over to cupboards, opening the door to see if there's anything related to them inside anddddd nothing —
he does find a few different flavors of icing: chocolate, strawberry, vanilla, cinnamon, and the like. how convenient! he turns one in his hand, reading the back of the directions for random desserts. you know, just for next time. )
I'm happy for him. ( despite not really knowing him, and he can't even be sure considering the circumstances they're in. ) ...That he can have something like this.
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( they might not age, but the years trickle by, according to the students here. did rokuro have to repeat a year before? how long has he been stuck here, to want his freedom so bad?
well... even one year here is more than enough, so she can't really blame him either way. )
What, you think I'm concerned he'll be too old for me? Pfft... 18 is nothing. ( she scoffs, as if offended. truth is, she's just... used to hanging around older men, thanks to her mom's business, but... that doesn't really mean anything, either. still, it's usually older guys that pique her interest. don't ask her why or question her about this though.
she cracks some eggs into the bowl, pours in the milk, and begins to dismantle hinata's child, to get to the contents inside. )
... what are you talking about? Also, do you see a hand mixer anywhere here?
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I wonder who else suffers the same fate...
( it's something to think about, and he's curious if izumi has any memories relating to those twelve years. )
Hm, no... Campbell-san was a pretty good example!
( he recalls the way she was around him, and that was more than enough to tell komaeda that she's a free spirit. he's not going to judge. it's at her request that he stops looking at the icing, and glances around in search for the mixer. it takes a few mistakes like pots falling on the floor, and the sound of glass breaking, but he manages to find three of different sizes to bring over. )
Celebrating, having others that want to be around him... people like that sort of stuff. ( he's not sure. ) It feels like it's been awhile since he experienced it.
( he only recognizes it from his own personal standing, but he understands he could be wrong. ) So I'm glad you can do this for him.
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( some look old. some look young. regardless of how many years here you spent, it seems as if your looks simply don't change. convenient, and she'd be more into the idea if death wasn't looming around every corner, but anyway — )
... ah. ( the reminder of norton makes her pause, a little sullen. he disappeared into thin air one day — and though she doubts this school could beat him that easily, there's still a lingering worry of his soul being stuck somewhere around. maybe he went home? maybe he didn't... there's been so much happening she hardly even had the time to consider it.
maybe she didn't want to, really. thinking about it makes her heart ache.
the loud clatter of falling pots and breaking glass snaps her right out of it; she glances up, to look at the mess he's making, and sighs. well... this is what she gets for cooperating with this walking disaster... once again, rokkun's taste in friends.......... )
Good job, good job ~ ( she praises him like she would a dog, when he brings he mixers back, then shoos him away from the batter, just in case. quick to adapt, she figures out the mixer, plugs it in and adds some sugar and salt to the mix. she probably doesn't look like she'd be any good at these things, but... when your mom is passed out drunk most of the day and then at work at night, you kinda have to make do by yourself.
whipping out depression meals from three ingredients is her specialty? but cakes aren't that hard. )
... I think... he needs people to get through to him. He... ugh, he's so annoying, but he believes he has to be alone, or something. It pisses me off! ( she huffs, watching the batter roll around in the bowl. stupid rocchi... she thinks, like she wasn't the exact same before the other girls dragged her out of that darkness. ) You know, Koma-kyun, he really is convinced you guys grew up together. So if... if he ever has some dumb idea... tell him to reconsider, 'kay?
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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. )
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( from what she's heard of said graduation, well... it's not looking too good for them? and, given that apparently izumi has been repeating the first year for twelve years now without remembering it, she's not sure just how long they've been stuck at that point, too. is there something you have to do, in order to proceed to the next year? nevermind graduation, she guesses — just getting out of the current class seems good enough.
she's working on slowly separating the egg whites when he talks, listening attentively. an architect... yeah, that checks out from what she's seen of his past; the sketch he had splayed out in front of him... guess that's always been his thing. something about this makes her heart ache, still — thinking of the boy from the past, of how he doesn't even remember whether he'd used to be happy or not... she zones out a little, letting komaeda run absolutely fucking rampant on the other side of the kitchen, and not even noticing the fucking... toaster he's dragging along with him. )
You're wrong. I think... if it's Koma-kyun... he'd listen. ( she says, resolutely. even if komaeda doesn't remember their supposedly shared past, it's pretty obvious rokkun thinks rather highly of it. for what reason... don't ask rika, but there's definitely a degree of influence komaeda could extend over the other, if he tried. the problem is, komaeda rarely tries, unless it's to satisfy some weird satisfaction of throwing curveballs at people and watch them struggle against it.
still, if... if he cares even a little...
she's so out of it she only notices the fucking ginger flying towards the bowl when it's too late. gasping in surprise, she takes a step back, as it falls into the batter and the mixer begins to spread it in. yelling, she quickly pulls it out and assesses the damage, but it's clear most of the spice already sunk into the batter. )
AAAAAAAAAAH! I WANTED TO MAKE VANILLA! IT'D BE SAFER!!!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? UNWRAP THAT CORD FROM AROUND YOUR ANKLE! IDIOT! ( she's yelling at a man laying with his face in the ground, but listen. taking a deep breath, she scoops up whatever ginger didn't get mixed in the cake batter just yet and promptly shakes it off her hands onto komaeda's head, huffing. ) Just... sit and don't move! I think I'll still be able to salvage it... hmm... maybe ginger cake with some cinnamon in it, then... Hope he likes heavy spices?
( wrinkling her nose, she reaches for the cinnamon icing komaeda grabbed earlier, examining it. yeah, that'll do... sigh. SIGH. SIIIIIIIGH. )
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he wouldn't go that far? he wouldn't do be idiotic enough to do something where he lacks hope? normally, he wouldn't listen to someone who lacks talent if she preached the same concern towards an ultimate — sadly, this isn't the case. he trusts rokkun not to make drastic decisions, despite komaeda calling him stupid time and time again, he feels like rokkun knows better than to be a complete idiot. if something did go wrong, komaeda would step in, and how would he step in? by handling it. how would he handle it? damn right, by stepping in. )
Ahahaha! What're you yelling for?
( he's carefree about it as he turns onto his side, and then on his back so he can slowly lean up. his eyes focus on the cord around his ankle, wrapped tightly which is pretty uncomfortable he finds from moving his foot. he leans forward to start undoing it — ) What a brave, little toaster... ( without much effort, he's pulling off the cord to toss it on the floor, and pick up the bulk of the toaster so that he can finally get on his knees and crawl closer to the table. once he's close enough, he's resting his chin on the surface of the table, and at this close radius rika will be able to see how komaeda's hair... absorbs it (not really, but it looks like it's right at home). he sets the toaster on the table as well, and his eyes glance up to peek at rika to see if she's still frustrated by this turn of events. )
Think of this as a stepping stone, I can't wait to see how well you improvise, Kawaii-san!
( he's delighted, not too worried about her failing this — if rokkun can eat maggots, then he can digest anything. though, komaeda doesn't remember that fine detail, but he is aware that the other at his cooking so he should be able to manage. he's not sure how much fell into the mixture, but he isn't too sure about the cinnamon, but honestly... don't even ask komaeda about cooking stuff. he don't know a damn thing. )
This must be hope... demonstrating your strong will that'll help you capture the attention of another so they'll praise your efforts. ( he pauses, pointing his index finger to his head in a gesture to have her attention on him. ) With this, he'll have no choice, don't you think?
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and then her gaze wanders back to him, and his cheerful smile, as he rests his chin on the counter like an expectant dog. it almost makes you want to pet him — except she sees the batter sink into his hair and decides she'd rather die than do that, too. instead, she grabs some spices from the rack to add to their apparently now spicy cake, and huffs. improvise... well, she guesses — if rokkun doesn't like it, and he says that out loud, she'll just kill him, it's fine. )
I don't need to demonstrate anything to get his attention!! ( and she bonks komaeda's head with the whisk, turning the mixer on again. now that the brave little toaster is on the counter... maybe they're safe... maybe... ) And if he asks if I put any effort into this, you gotta say no, got it? This was super casual. ( and she most definitely not get stressed out over the ginger, or over ruining the batter, or anything of the sort?
anyway... )
When I put it in the oven, it's gonna take a while to bake, so... we could go look around for a gift. Rocchi seems to like weird stuff from nature, but that's out of the question, but maybe we'll find something inside of the school... ( komaeda's luck pls come through )
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Do crushes really give bare minimum effort when making stuff, hm...
( now, he knows he shouldn't say that aloud or rika will have something to say about it, but listen, he's learning. things such as romance and giving affection to people is integrated into his mind, even though he doesn't actively search for it. rather, he's just an attention whore who knows what he should do in order to get his way. )
Don't get all embarrassed, alright? I've probably never made him a cake before, so you could say it's on me...
( a compromise, actually. it's when she mentions a gift that komaeda realizes that is part of the grand scheme of things, and he only kept it in mind because on his birthday... he was gifted a log. part of him wonders if he should give it back to him so they have the same sort of birthday, and he's thinking about it. that's probably not the best way to go about it, and while there's a smile on his face from the memory, he snaps his fingers to appear like he's came to an idea. )
If we run into Fujioka-kun, he might have an idea where we could find something like that... Class ...C.
( poor akira, he doesn't need to dabble in their negative energy, but as komaeda's the first to walk outside the home ec room to stand in the middle of the hall. he looks both left and right, and turning towards the entrance of the room he waves at rika to come on out. cain said i could godmod her, so i'm going to bring her along like the idv pet that follows you. so komaeda can't remember his class, but he sure as hell remembers 2-C, so after a bit of walking to get there he notices a few flattened bodies along the way... )
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