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[ Sara was on her way to go throw more books at Noah, but she looks up politely when Komeada reaches a hand out. There is...no way she doesn't recognize this as the guy who was out in the courtyard a few days ago...

Sara's pretty sure she knows exactly what kind of person Komeada is. She figured it in the courtyard, and she figures it now. His eyes are...almost identical to Midori's, down to the color. Something about that disquieting cheer sets her teeth on edge, even though she's perfectly aware Komeada has never done anything to her. Even now, he's being perfectly polite, but Sara takes a single practiced step back, narrowing her eyes.

People like this...are the last kind of person she wants to even know her name. She'd be fine if she just avoided him, wouldn't she?

...But thats cruel, and its making assumptions, isn't it? Everyone had reasons for what they did, and Sara couldn't be the first to judge. She wouldn't be that person. If someone needs help, she just had to choose to trust they meant it. She soothes her expression, and walks towards Komeada with a polite incline of her head. ]

Of course. I'm in no rush, Komeada-san. What do you need help with?

( innocence is what dwells in those eyes of his, asking to be trusted, but they see through sara without actually seeing her — he's far too gone between those with talent, and without it. her existence isn't as important as others, but he keeps in mind that she too has a hope that can flourish like everyone else's. as she comes over, he watches the expression on her face soften, and that's more than enough for komaeda to tell she isn't too keen about something. it couldn't be because of the locker he's at, who wouldn't like an ultimate of ouma's caliber?

he takes a step back, pressing his hands together gently as he nods his head at her, and then looks towards the locker. )

Being around me must make you uncomfortable, huh?

( he says this unprovoked, curious as his eyes looks down towards the bag on the ground, and then back to the locker. he proceeds to dig in his pocket, thumbing through his weapons, accessories, and then the tips of his fingers brush along the skin of the finger he's carrying. doesn't the skin get all flaky and hard, well it's cool to the touch, and komaeda sighs softly before returning a gentle gaze towards sara. )

I'm sorry, for that... but if you could push open this locker's little door, I need to slip something in.

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[ His lack of interest, the sense that he's not looking at her, they're not that hard to pick up on. Sara actually finds that more comforting then weird. She hated the sense of being stared at in the killing game, like a prized calf or an especially precocious child. Komeada's disinterest suits her just fine. Maybe they can work together if he's got other people in his sights. Or is she being too negative? She can't just assume things from a bad vibe! He could just be a guy with creepy eyes! ]

I'm sorry. [ She's not denying it... ] I don't mean to be rude, Komeada-san.

You can't do that yourself? [ So much for apologizing for being rude. She reaches over to try and grab it. I'm not sure if Komeada unlocked it already, but she's just going to pull on it anyway. ]

It's fine, I wouldn't have it any other way.

( with her assistance, he waits for the hatch to be open, and once it is, komaeda digs into his pocket as he pulls out a finger that he cut off awhile ago. half the bone is sticking out, and that beautiful skin of izumi's turned pale from how long it's been separated from the body — lack of blood flow, but a pretty near heirloom if anyone wants to keep something from their yogen investigation. aside from that, he's looking it over, kneeling down so he can peek into the hole of the locker, and he pushes it inside with a thump. )

Ouma-kun said he didn't want something gross as me touching his locker, so I had to find an alternative.

( as someone with weak hope, the least she can do is be used to do mundane things like opening doors for ultimates or something. ) Happy Birthday. ( he brings his hands together in a little prayer as he looks towards sara, waiting for her to do the same. ) Give your wishes.

You wouldn't?

[ She turns after flipping the hatch to face him, frowning slightly at the strangeness of the request. Its just enough time to see the finger in his grasp, but not long enough that her hands can move fast enough to snatch it before Komeada plops it in. Her hands clasp over empty space as he kneels down suddenly, and she's left standing unsteadily above him, staring down in shock. ]

Was that a finger? [ It's not a question. Right now his face...its pretty close to the ground. She could kick him. She really wants to. Komeada isn't a doll, he if she hit him, he'd bleed, but hadn't she killed Midori just the same? ]

Disgusting! Why do you have something like that? [ Why is he looking at her expectantly. ] Is this some sort of cruel prank?

...?

( why does he have something like that? it should be obvious to sara why he has something so incriminating on him. izumi's finger wasn't his pride and joy, but he did take it without a care to open his pda, which he still has on him. he can't turn away from sara's expression, and he wonders what's going through her mind. did he do something wrong? or is she still uncomfortable because she's around him? whatever the reason. )

It's a birthday gift, weren't you listening...? I didn't believe you were hard of hearing, too...

( if she attacked him right now, she could end his life as long as his luck doesn't play into this. she doesn't seem so pleased with what he did, so his smile turns upside down, a little concerned. )

I only had one in my pocket, but I could cut another if you wanted to deposit a finger as well.

Don't look at me like that.

[ Something about the way he looks at her snaps the tiniest thread of her will to let this guy alone. Something about that stare. She's not playing tag, or begging for her life anymore, but everything red in her brain screams danger danger danger. She won't, she absolutely won't hurt another person now that she doesn't have to - but she slams a small brown school shoe against Komeada's shoulder and takes a step back, breathing heavily. Just get the hint and go away! ]

Don't make fun of me! Why would I want something like that? I'm not a murderer!

[ She turns to rattle Ouma's locker, sticking her hand as far into the slot as it could go. God, she can't even get it out now. Poor Ouma, should she write a note to stick on his door to warn him? ]

( she's successful in kicking him away from her, and he winds up being showed into the locker anyway with a loud thud. the recoil against his prosthetic arm doesn't hurt as much as the shoe attacking his more organic, sensitive one — the pain crawls down his body, and he responds disgustingly in kind, with a shaky smile, he laughs it off. peeling himself from the locker, he looks towards sara, his eyes looking past her yet again, as if searching the halls for for someone — anyone. )

...You should be careful about being so aggressive, Chidouin-san.

( he watches as her hands dig into the slot, but he doubts she'll be able to retrieve izumi's finger from the slot. when he needed her help, it was fine, but seeing sara go as far as to take something from an ultimate, he frowns. a hand raises to his forehead, a gesture to show his annoyance as he slowly tries to get back to his feet. )

Stop that, you're going to ruin it.

( that's said as politely as he can without letting any negativity leak through. )

[ It sounds like it hurts, but he just smiles and that sends her over the edge even more. Who smiles when people yell at them and kick them? Dangerous, dangerous people. ]

Or what? You'll blow my head off? Choke me in front of someone and laugh? [ She wouldn't let that happen. She wouldn't. She's the one standing right now, and he's just lying there. He wasn't even that hard to kick over. Maybe she'd never fought anyone before, but that video Midori showed had her stabbing Sou. So maybe she could do it. ] ...I should have been more aggressive from the start.

Just leave. I'm going to break this door open. [ He's getting up and she balls of a fist. What is he going to do to stop her, huh? ] I hope I ruin it.

Edited 2021-06-30 22:20 (UTC)

Quite the detailed variety, are these the sort of situations you think of inflicting on others? Poor Chidouin-san...

( perhaps she's weak and needs to protect herself in some way, so she keeps these threats in mind to avoid any danger for herself. if she has an idea on how to kill, she can quickly put her victim in the position to ensure their death — it's quite exciting thinking that she could do that. does she have a gun? would she tackle him to choke him to death? she can try if she wants, she can sound annoyed as much as she wants, but in the end... komaeda laughs softly at her, but also to himself. )

Try all you want, but I doubt you'll get in... but if you tarnish his locker, who's to say he won't come after you.

( someone like her making a mess of ouma's locker, who's to know how he'd react — well, komaeda has an idea, but it's not as threatening as he's thinking about. instead, he's watching her towards the ultimate's locker, and with a little clapping like he's cheering. ) You can do it, I want to see you try! Go, go! Fight, win!

I met a guy a lot like you who did those things. Your eyes...are just like his. So just...leave me alone!

[ Yeah, she is weak. Maybe she can keep a clear enough head to get through a trial, or has enough training she could feasibly overpower Sou or a kid younger then her, but what does that actually get her? The ability to jump through hopes is nothing when theres an adult who actually wants to hurt you. Komeada's fragility might be a front, and a metal arm is no joke. She wishes she had a gun, or a knife or something to even the scales. ]

Stop it!! [ God she can't even focus on trying to get the locker open with him chattering like that. All its doing is making her get more and more on edge. ] I'm not here to entertain you! You're just doing something wrong and I'm trying to fix it.

What's wrong about giving someone I love with my whole heart a gift?

( it doesn't make sense to him, the idea of not gifting ouma something on his birthday that he could make use out of. someone like sara wouldn't understand, but he does enjoy the attitude that comes with her need to fix what she finds to be a problem. no matter how many times komaeda thinks about it, he doubts she'll ever understand, especially with her constant need to meet every response with aggression — )

Try all you might, you can't get in unless you have his locker number... ah, it must be depressing being unable to do anything.

( he hums, crossing his arms behind his back, humored by the scene. )

Why not give up?

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