(closed) all around the world

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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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[samuraiwomen]

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? ]

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( 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. )

[samuraiwomen]

[ 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.

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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!

[samuraiwomen]

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.

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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?