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

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This post is a place for all of Komaeda's closed threads, starters, and miscellany through the month. If you want to set something up, I can be reached by PM or at sakasaki

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( 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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I dunno. For all we know, we've been stuck here with Senacchi for years, too.

( 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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( to be honest, as long as it was for hope, he'd let rokkun do whatever he believes is right, because to komaeda it's by doing things to give them a shining future. it's fine. as long as their reason for existence offers an outcome for everyone around them, and gives them hope to continue further. it doesn't matter what bad things have to be done: killing, bludgeoning, lying, manipulating, anything goes because some unfortunate instances happen to promote growth that people can learn and adjust from. as long as those terms and conditions are met, whatever rokkun does to achieve it is fine, but if it's mindless, hopeless...

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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( he's so weird, laughing at her like a child when he's pretty much ruined the whole place all by himself in the timespan of 10 minutes. it's a complete mess, and one she doesn't intend on cleaning by herself — nor letting komaeda do it, for that matter. someone else... who will need the kitchen after them... will have to suck it up and do it, because just looking at all the broken glass and thrown appliances makes her want to commit seppuku.

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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( super casual is what she says, but to komaeda, she seemed pretty focused, and not only that, she was pretty pissed about the small slip up. of course, he flinches at the smack of his head with the whisk, and like a dog given a treat he slowly stands to his feet. a hand raises to run fingers through his hair, staring down at her before a grin pulls on his face as he speaks the obvious. )

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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