(closed) so if i break my face

[commences]

Who: Nagito Komaeda & anyone who hits me up
What: July catch-all
When: 07/01 onwards, save a few backdated threads
Where: Various locations
Warnings: TBA

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my face is just my face

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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[commences]

( the passage itself reads like early morning, visible, bead-like morning due rests upon the curve of the leaf, and then glides down to fall onto the earth below it. it feels serene, a view he's never seen before, and he's taken aback from the sight of despair, but he bites his tongue to calm himself. "then things came clear in my mind," he likes that, it's like the character overcame the distress that dwelled there, opening up a type of hope — the person within the writing isn't an ultimate, but hope is hope, noticeable in the way it's written.

this piece must mean something outside the obvious to komaeda, and because he's so caught up in this specific line — he doesn't realize saihara sliding down in the chair beside him until it's too late. the pursing of his lips become a frown now, and he only person he has to blame is himself. he doesn't have the same expression as saihara, his more thoughtful, and komaeda's growing ever more tired.

he waits for the pen to make it back to him, and he follows up. )

I made do with what I had, for you all, I'd use whoever is needed for the sake of hope.

( he recalls his conversation with stephanie, how she asked him why did he choose her. the answer was simple, just ambiguous like anything else — she said he could have chosen anyone, that it didn't matter. it's a pretty good excuse he'll use here, sometimes childish innocence is right. )

Wait a moment, Detective...
I answered your question... you asked me what's going on, and look around... I answered accordingly, "Nothing's wrong, everything is as it should be." That's how it is for me.

You've existed in a time where the world isn't against you, right? That's what's going on. An Ultimate like yourself should know the feeling, and that's why... you should embrace that, and return to it. It'll be fine, now.

( he's losing his touch, the wear and worry weighing down on him, making it difficult to approach things properly. he hates it, he feels vulnerable like this, and it's embarrassing, he only has one chance to clean his mistake this once. saihara is a smart individual, and it's why komaeda took a liking — had taken a liking to him, to be thought of like a case doesn't bother him either, but will he accept his reasoning?

he waits for saihara to finish reading, and once he does... he takes the slip of paper to ball up, sitting it to the side of the table away from him. it's like an end of discussion, but as his eyes fall on saihara's face, they can't help but glance at his shoulder, and the scene plays again in his head.

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if he... if his luck didn't... )