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(closed) so if i break my face
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
What: July catch-all
When: 07/01 onwards, save a few backdated threads
Where: Various locations
Warnings: TBA
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 ![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
sakasaki
fam meeting @fter clamor's espionage escort mission with natsume
he thinks about carrying on to mind his business, but with so much hope that was being threatened that day, and the fact he hasn't spoken to noah in awhile... he wonders if he's okay. he judges this off the fact that clamor seems relatively fine and still in good health, along with the fact that he isn't dead yet. does he understand that his existence is that young boy's hope, that if anything happened to clamor right now... this whole school would go up in flames?
it's interesting to think about, but he does wonder... it feels nice to hear certain things that come from hope's mouth — komaeda's the same, if ultimate hope said anything positive about his endeavors, he'd probably fall to his knees and ask to be stepped on on the spot. but noah is different, and clamor isn't ultimate hope, instead he's a parental figure mixed with hope to noah so... it won't be bad to discuss hope, would it? )
Clamor-san...
( he doesn't sound too thrilled to be talking, but sometimes you just have to talk about hope. )
7/2 @ library, after 6PM
Murder and other outstanding problems or not. ]
...
[ He lets himself properly in and walks off, trying not to eye the table the other is seated at much. It's not until after he's wandered among the shelves for a while, tracing the spines of books with his fingers and reading the titles as he thinks, that he returns with one he picked up. It gets placed gently on the table Komaeda's still at, not over whatever he's currently reading, but still close beside it in plain sight. There's also a little note at the top, on a small slip of paper over the cover: ]
Sorry. It just somehow... seemed like it fit.
[ Fit what exactly...? Maybe Komaeda's mood. ]
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his radar works against him, alerting komaeda of an ultimate with their overwhelming hope that he'd normally love to bask himself in, but as of late... even that feels like a distant dream. that's how it should be with "symbols of hope" anyway, he knows that being around them so close will only tarnish their radiance, sully their beauty, and if he didn't understand that to be his reality — the blade that cut through saihara that day — should be the best reminder. komaeda's fingers twitch against the corner of the page he's pinched at, not yet turning it when he can just antagonize himself further.
that warm glow comes closer, and closer, and closer until there's a book placed on the table right in his view. he thinks about ignoring him purposefully, using the excuse that an ultimate who protects an untalented in such a manner isn't worth his time... sadly, that can't be, not when it was because of him. he only has himself to blame as his eyes finally lift from what he's reading himself to the one with a note atop. )
...
( "seemed like it fit," is what he reads first, and his arm slowly moves over to slide the slip off to read the title — his eyes flit up and he looks saihara in his face. he should be lucky for his sickly disposition, because the tired expression he wears could be from the lack of sleep, or perhaps he's taken offense from the book. truthfully, his countenance conveys regret, almost like he wants to ask... "why would you come here?," and yet komaeda can't. instead, his eyes fall back down to the table, wondering if that would make conversation (or what one would even call it) short. )
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[ No... whether Komaeda's expression is just from being tired or not, Saihara's been ready to accept any reason for that. You can't turn away from the truth after all -- and if something's up, him refusing to understand it or hoping there's nothing like that... would do nothing to change it at all. That's why, even though he flinches a little at the avoidant response, he remains where he is. It's alright; it's nothing he hasn't thought might happen before he came.
For a moment... he looks at Komaeda alone, from the one-sided end he's been left at.
A few seconds later though, the fingers from his still usable hand find the note, pulling it carefully down from the cover. Once on the desk, he turns it towards himself and leans closer to write with his elbow set down (and if Komaeda doesn't like it then... he's free to move over a little further himself). It's more difficult that it would be if he had his left hand... like this, there's nothing to properly hold the paper down, and the words seem a little shaky as they take form.
Regardless, he slides it over again. ]
Komaeda-kun... what's going on? And before you say it... I might be able to speculate or deduce on my own. But that's not what I want to do with you.
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rather than taking the note, he reaches out for the book first, finding that to be... something he can trust with his touch, or in his close vicinity. he lightly traces his fingers along the title of the book, admiring the cover, but he only does so much considering his arm's still in recovery. he presses his thumb against the fresh pages, quickly flipping through as the breeze pushes the note along for a ride away from it. komaeda notices this, and while he could continue to ignore it, he lifts the hand on the book to instead grab the note.
he stares at the writing utensil in the other's hand, fingers lingering for a moment until he reaches out, and before he can even touch it... his fingers twitch... he can't. he wants to pull away, hope that's more than enough, but he takes the pen from saihara as he's willing to work with him. )
Nothing's wrong, everything is as it should be.
( if he could say that aloud, it'd probably come out hesitant, acknowledging that he knows his place, and that's something he doesn't think the other has to deduce. for a moment something comes to mind, maybe a little forced, but given komaeda's minor mood changes. )
Why are you wasting your time around scum like me? I'm a murderer, after all.
I ( here is where he tries to stop himself from adding any elipses, thinking he should get to the point... to show he's not affected by it. ) could kill you too.
( like at the meeting, like... when he almost did...
it's the truth, yet he attempts to mask it. it's a warning that saihara should stay away. )
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He stiffens, one fist wound tightly at his side and the other gripping his PDA so tightly it may very well end up like the broken one sitting back in his locker... but he eventually turns on a shoed-heeled foot, not punching Komaeda in the jaw like he so desperately wants to, but still very much glaring in his direction with all his icy power. The mean bitch Ventus glare is turned ON.]
I am not in the mood for this. [what part of "I want you to never speak to me again" did he not understand???????] Whatever you wanted to say, I don't care, because I've yet to hear one sensible thing come out of your mouth since we got here. Do I need to spell it out for you?
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Thank you.
( he starts off thinking it's better this way, not being able to harm him because of his luck... it gives komaeda a moment to smile, almost satisfied with this turn of events. though, that's not why he came to talk to clamor. )
It's difficult, being around people who are worth more than me, so nothing I say means anything, but...
( he breathes in slow, attempting to get himself together before he crosses his arms — )
If it's about Ebalon-kun, you'd listen... won't you?
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the "thank you" at least throws Clamor off long enough for Komaeda to get a sentence in. He needs a moment to decide if he's angry, confused, or just frustrated with everything that's happened today and desperate to take it out on someone. But if anyone deserves to get mercilessly chewed out by him right now, it's probably the lunatic who killed an innocent girl, mutilated Izumi's body, and bullied his son.
Clamor sighs sharply through clenched teeth, deciding that it's better to just ignore him and move on. He's still keeping one eye on Komaeda (not going to turn his back on a murderer) as he turns to face the vending machine just enough to hopefully punch in his snack code and get the hell out of here...
until Noah is brought up. He freezes again, ever briefly, before angrily punching in the code he was looking for. He really shouldn't be taking such obvious bait, but]
I already told you to stay away from Noah. I know you've been picking on him, too. I swear, if you ever do anything to hurt him [the fuck is Clamor going to do, he can't even do magic here] it'll be the last thing you ever do.
[there's a gentle beep as he swipes his PDA over the sensor, followed by a mechanical whirr and a thunk of a small pack of nutritious fruit snacks being deposited into the bottom of the machine. He looks Komaeda in the eyes.]
Stay away from my family.
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( what has komaeda done to hurt him — mentally he's made him stronger, he's questioned his morals, his actions, learned how hypocritical he is, and how easy he is to read. noah is a lot of things, but he's also a bomb that's ticking until something specific happens. if komaeda wanted, he could attack clamor, he could attempt to kill him because he feels the need for hope — but he doesn't. there's nothing clamor's death will do for the group, besides, they have to get over the despair that's choking them, all of them. it's a shame that someone so hopeful like an ultimate had to take the pain, but with him out of commission... they'd have to work everything out themselves to figure out a murder if one was to happen now. )
It'll be because of you.
( as he says this, it's been awhile since his last, but there's a smile that creeps onto his face — like he knows something the other doesn't know. it should be a known fact, he thinks, with how close noah is to him, it should be obvious. unless clamor's that idiotic that he doesn't even know how the mind of his son truly works, and if that's the case, komaeda's excited. he's lost a lot of his sanity recently, so it's understandable why he can smile in a situation like this. especially when clamor is a game changer for the entire group, if something was to happen to him...
noah would hurt, noah would do something unforgivable, and if clamor didn't forgive him... he'd be fine. it's a selfish desire, but someone has to do the work if no one else will. after a couple of moments to see how clamor's face shifts, komaeda's smile will disappear as a hand settles on his waist, and with a shake of his head. )
Only you can truly hurt him, in a way... you're his best friend... and you're his enemy. It must be lovely to have such an affectionate position knowing you'd be the reason he'd lose his sense of self...
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[ It's the starting passage from the current page in the book... where Komaeda himself had left it lying open after his fingers flipped through. Saihara's got little to do but to stare at them while he waits, wordless against the silence of the room itself. The chair he pulls out from the table scrapes lightly across the floor, and it too makes no noise; there's only the eerie reverberation he feels in his bones as the motion transfers from ground through the wood, but he ignores it and sits down.
They're beside each other now, just in time for him to read the reply. ]
No... you won't.
[ It takes him mere seconds to grab the pen in return and to write that down. For a single second, his brows lower heavily with the weight of a thoughtful frown... ]
You never argued against the way I outlined the case, and if I think about that... considering the type of motive you had, there are hundreds of other students you'd go for first.
[ Not that he likes the idea or thinks Komaeda should... but it's true. And there's one more thing in the message that still stood out, no matter how hard the other might have tried to the contrary. ]
Besides, I didn't ask what was wrong. I asked you what's going on, so the fact that you chose that word...
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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.
...
if he... if his luck didn't... )
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but he listens. he listens, and he hates every second of it, because none of it is a lie.
If he hurts, it'll be because of you.
... that's how it is, isn't it? Noah... can protect himself. Noah doesn't need anyone else to defend him. He's strong, and independent, and fearless against danger. What could Komaeda even do to him? Murderer or not, he's just human.
But it's the people around him getting hurt that Noah is always fretting about, and... what is Clamor, if not a glaringly obvious weakness? If someone wanted to hurt Noah, wouldn't it just make sense to go for one of the people closest to him, like a weak and easy target who's never been in a real fight before? Someone just like, say... Clamor?
He's been trying so hard to support him, to keep Noah's spirits up even when everything is falling apart... but what if that's what ends up hurting him most?
he hates how much those simple words can shake him, and he has to tear his eyes away, bending down to snatch the fruits of his labour from the vending machine, frustrated at how unsteady his hands are]
You're wrong. [he's not wrong] I'm not warning you again. Stay away from Noah, and stay away from me.
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( clamor's smart, komaeda has seen him reason things time and time again, but he knows better than anyone what noah is capable of. could it be he's blind to the extent that his death will cause so much harm and suffering that komaeda has contemplated whether he's respect it or not. he doesn't like meaningless deaths, he hates hopeless ones as well — if noah killed them all, he would be trapped here forever, all by his lonesome. he'd have no other, he'd wallow in his own suffering until he dies, but should he really have to go through that because of someone weak like clamor? )
If anyone should stay away from him, it's you...
( but komaeda's aware that clamor won't, so he laughs it off before sighing tiredly, he tends to go through various mood changes. he feels one way, and then he feels another, too bored to really care what the outcome of his actions will be. all he wants is hope, that's the end outcome, and his curiosity peaked by whether clamor can overcome that his death will be the stepping that that breaks noah completely, or will he be able to soften the blow to make noah live on without him, and prevent the death of every student here. )
You're his hope, a sort of proclivity that keeps him alive, but do you understand how much that means to him... You say things like stay away from him, you're afraid I'll hurt him... but you're doing that job already, the moment you lose your life...
( he points towards clamor to make sure he understands how much is on him, how much his life is worth compared to everyone here. they're insects in noah's eyes compared to the bright light clamor radiates to him, how much he noah wishes for the man to remain free — even if it means his son must kill everyone here, and die himself. either way, they'll both end up alone no matter their choice.
being together? in a place like this? who needs lingering attachments. )
All the people here you've tried to protect... just give it up, they'll all die anyway once that young boy loses his hope.
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he's not just going to forget this, even if he walks away now. he's long passed that point already.
fine, weirdo hope man. he'll play your stupid game.]
... So, what? You want me to stay away from him? If you think I'm going to take that from you, you really are brainless.
I already lost my life a thousand years ago... I'm not afraid to die again. If it was to save Noah's life, I wouldn't think twice. But that doesn't mean I'm going to throw my life away, either. I am going to live, and Noah and I will leave this place together, just like always.
[that's his one, selfish wish... a wish that feels too ambitious to put his faith into, something a dead man like him hardly deserves. but he can still try.]
If you're so worried about something happening to me, maybe you should stop inciting people to murder.
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( noah doesn't want clamor to leave here because anywhere else, clamor's in danger, and that's the last thing he wants — instead, he wants his freedom. to be free, komaeda has heard it now and time again, everyone has a different definition just like he does with how they view hope, but he doesn't believe that freedom outshines hope, no, you need the latter to gain the former. )
Not if he has anything to say, because he cares too much about you... so he'll do anything as long as you're safe...
( who wouldn't do that for a loved one? that's normally how it goes, how it should be, but komaeda doesn't understand the sentiment. all he has is hope, and the ultimates around him, and... a few other people, considering he has to be around those that are untalented — he takes it upon himself to share his life with them just to mediate their conversations with ultimates, and deal with them so talented people doesn't have to. )
When you mentioned you died before, does that have something to do with being a sickle...? He divulged information about wanting you to live for yourself.
( he's ignoring the murder part. )
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[he's a little miffed Komaeda even knows, but well... it's not like he's tried to make it a big secret or anything. but he's still not going to talk about it now, because fuck you Komaeda. you specifically don't get to know about the sickle thing.
basically, he's ignoring the sickle part.]
Noah has his own goals to worry about, too. And he wouldn't leave me behind in a hellhole like this. Just because I have a body here doesn't make it any better... we're partners, we leave together.
[he won't stay behind, and he won't leave without Noah—what would be the point? being "safe" but alone again... he'd be miserable like that.]
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( given his reaction, the hesitation at the start, he can gauge from that alone that there's truth to what noah said, and why wouldn't there be? as much as he claims to care about him, why would noah lie, also why would he lie if he's willing to kill them all for clamor. it wouldn't make any sense, and yet, komaeda looks towards the elswordian before swallowing down his saliva, a moment to get his words together. )
His goals only involve you, Clamor-san. ( he looks down towards the male's boots, blinking as he's a little surprised of the brand. ) What are those...? Ah, you see... ( lift his head back up to properly look him in his face, trying to catch the reflection of him in his monocle. he sees that from it, he isn't smiling, nor does he appear impressed, and he wonders if that's because of how serious the conversation is.
when he says partners, it sends a shudder down his spine... what's it like to have something like that? in a way, he guesses him and hinata could have had that, and as much as rokkun calls them "partners in crime," it feels distant... are they supposed to be together no matter what? then why... did he almost die? listening to clamor opens up too many possibilities, and so he sighs to push the thought of that out his head. )
If anyone threatens you, if there's an attack on your life, to keep you safe... he'll kill to make sure you're protected — no one here is safe, and imagine... those meetings you run, just one wrong move... and the blood of everyone here will be on your hands.
( or sickle, he says this easily, thinking of the weaker transfers first: nene, stephanie, and among some others. )
...If he's thinking of killing others, he's already in the process of wanting to preserve his hope... he'll do anything, even if it means going against your words... that sort of pure love is what motivates him, you're the reason why our bad end will come about.
YOGEN BRANCH B
Dito-kun... that sort of hope you showed, I'm curious... what made you stop? Ah... that shouldn't matter, because of what you did... bonds were able to thicken between them.
( he thinks of how nanami got in the way to protect legion despite an ultimate shouldn't do such a thing for untalented — he recalls the same thing saihara had done for natsume, and komaeda frowns slightly after. with a shake of his head, he manages to regain his bearings along with his feelings on the matter as he's able to toss them away— even if his luck had to play a part in this...
this is a sort of hope too.
well, he looks finally at his fingers now that he's in the light to notice the lubrication or... secretion... fluid that coats his fingers, and without a care does he rub them down the male's spine of his back to get his attention again. )
Are you listening?
NOT OUR BRANCH B
This is completely different. Nothing he expected at all, and while he thinks Legion should die one-hundred times over for being so fucking foul, it's no fun at all to do it himself. Maybe Zero will do it. She's in the same club.
He feels like he's going to vomit or something, because this is so disgusting and he needs to wash himself off with the blood water or whatever it is now. At least that will make things better.
His brow twitches as he registers Komaeda's voice, but he is absolutely kind of ignoring him. Him and that weird hope talk he doesn't understand -- Dito grips his spear tighter and slowly exhales.
... At least, until he feels Komaeda wiping something down his back. It's not hard to figure out what it is, and Dito makes a full-body shudder in response before freezing for a second. God. His stomach turns, even though he ultimately ends up whipping around with a scowl. ]
-- Goddammit, what's your problem?
[ So gross. So gross.
It's half of what his mind is preoccupied with right now, but he's still got plenty of fire in him to get pissed at Komaeda as per usual. ]
THINKIN BOUT BRANCH A IS WHERE LEGION GETS HEALED
( that only works if they're friends from the start which komaeda has already accounted for as in — his brain decides that them being in close breathing distance is enough. in a way, now dito and legion are aware of one another even more, they have something to look back on in regards to how their relationship was constructed. for the most part, he's proud of what he's seen despite everyone appearing to be a little stressed out from the altercation — dito blueballed, legion bleeding out (which komaeda's curious on the survival rate), nanami bothered by how far things went, but she wouldn't be able to understand how life changing this will be for them! )
However, I don't have a problem... It was a rather messy situation you were in.
( lily may murrs before kicking komaeda in his stomach to jump out of his grasp, and without a care does her little feet walk past dito. she was tricked yet again when it comes to food. )
THINKIN HOW IM SICK THINKIN BOUT THAT
You on something? There wasn't anything "wonderful" about any of that! Hell, I'm kind of pissed I didn't even get any bloodshed out of it...
[ Well... Except for one thing.
Dito wrinkles his nose again, noticing how sore it feels before licking at his thumb nonchalantly, wiping at his upper lip again to get more of the blood that was drying off and into his direct line of sight again.
He eyes it, half-chuckling quietly to himself as he sees it again. He really did get his face busted, huh...
He sighs quietly, his grip on his spear still tight as he ignores the cat walking past him and finally responds to Komaeda's comment about his "messy situation". ]
You think? Now I'm covered in all this...eugh...
[ What even is this!!
He lifts his gaze to stare down Komaeda in front of him at this point, expression unimpressed and yet exasperated altogether. ]
You did that thing again, didn't you?
ME THINKING ABOUT HOW U DIDNT TURN INTO A PIGEON THSI ROUTE
There's a bathroom on both ends of the hall if that's your main concern.
( as he continues walking forward, his eyes don't leave from the substance over dito's body, instead, he just stares like it's his mission to make him uncomfortable. or just to remind dito that it's still there, that it hasn't gone away, and it just so plainly visible that anyone would have trouble looking somewhere else. komaeda's fine in that area because he doesn't care, but it makes him wonder what would have happened if legion's blood had been an entirely different color.
would dito have carried on despite nanami getting in the way, would the whole class have suffered, or perhaps... they would have fought against one another to produce a stronger hope. that's living in his mind until he's questioning about the unknown phenomenon that happened within the room, and there's a slight frown, and his eyes look off to the side. he's not proud of it, nor is he happy that it even happened... it's a little unfortunate, but not as bad as it was last time it happened. )
That thing... if you mean being lucky, unfortunately yes...
( a boring talent for a just as boring student within yogen, it checks out, and at the end it really didn't do much aside from break a measly light, and a tile. )
Is a boring talent like that really noticeable...?
NOT HIM IN HIS BIRD ERA... BOUTTA FLAP OUT
He sheathes his spear, even though he doesn't really want to, since he thinks he'd love to try stabbing Komaeda again or something. But he can't exactly wash himself off or anything if he has it out, so. Whatever.
Maybe getting covered in blood might make this more tolerable than washing off, though.
He scoffs at Komaeda's comment. What is this self-degrading shit he's always on... It's kind of gross, and it makes him think about Decadus or something. Ew. ]
Yeah, it's kinda noticeable when a bunch of weird shit happens around you all the time, dumbass.
[ "Lucky"...is that what he calls it? Dito rolls his eyes, turning the handle and pushing against the bathroom door almost impatiently with his cum-stained hands here. ]
STOP NOT HIM BOUTTA FLAP OUT the bleating
( because komaeda's not too excited about his talent anyway, and with a frown, he can brush it off — now whether dito will do the same is up in the air, he's a little stupid, and he acts first thinks later. it shouldn't be that hard to change the conversation to something else.
as they walk into the bathroom, komaeda takes his place:
lowkey not fixing the image size because i'm cracking up, but he stands right there. )
If you come here, I can help you get it out of your hair... before it sticks.
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[ He grumbles, moving toward the nearest sink before he sees...Komaeda at the nearest stall.
Oh, hell no. ]
You're kidding, right? You gonna use toilet water or something? No thanks.
[ GOD........... He's got this himself. He twists on one of the sink levers at full blast, letting the water warm up as he scowls in the mirror.
-- And glances at Komaeda from it, wondering what the fuck he's even doing. ]
how you wish u could ignore the bathroom pic
( he'll take a few steps back into the stall, but dito can probably see komaeda in the mirror as he looks a little saddened by the idea of putting his hand in pee water.
he stares at the bathroom toilet, pushing the seat down so dito can properly sit there if he decides to come over.
i can'ttttttttttttttttttttttttttt. )
You aren't afraid are you... I may be another guy, but I won't do anything to you... so we can share the same stall.
( he's waiting. )
oh im gonna hate crime u so bad
He scrubs at his arms for a second too, then dabs at his own clothing. Ugh. Disgusting...
Speaking of disgusting, his eyes narrow as he stares at Komaeda from the mirror he's in front of, wondering what the fuck the other is doing and why. Why is he such a freaking weirdo.
Dito splashes his face once more, pushing his bangs back before he abruptly turns off the blood water. Although he feels better already just by virtue of having blood water drip down his face a bit right now.
He also feels like his eyes are preemptively going to roll back into his head, but he turns around anyway, leaning back against the sink counter and resting his elbows on them as he stares almost boredly at Komaeda right now. ]
Only thing I'm afraid of is that bullshit luck of yours.
[ He doesn't trust this, okay!!!
Is Komaeda just gonna hang out in that stall... Dito's staring him down. ]
STOP THERES NOTHING U CAN DO
so he remains polite with his back facing towards dito as he hangs back against the sink. )
It's not really as bad as you make it out to be...
( as he unzips his pants, he's staring down the toilet to see if there's anything out the ordinary inside, but there's not much as he looks at the seat next to him. two people can fit inside, and komaeda can be more than enough help for dito if he allows him... one organic hand, one metallic, they shouldn't have any trouble cleaning his hair. )
Are you sure you don't want to come in...? There's plenty of room...
DONT LIKE THIS
No, asshole. I don't wanna "come" "in".
[ He's just saying. ]
Last thing I wanna see is you pissing or whatever.
[ At least Komaeda's metal hand that's presumably on his cock right now isn't even notable or weird to him. Zero has the same thing, after all. ]
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and his twin is involved too, so he's also automatically interested.
Dito may or may not notice Joshua come in -- if he doesn't, he might just look behind him to see Josh sitting on the counter. he made as little noise as possible coming in, but as he crosses his legs and looks at the two, he tilts his head.]
Well, well, someone made a mess of Dito, did they...?
[is that supposed to be an innuendo or what]
He just wants to help, what's the worst that could happen?
[this is terrible already]
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promise anyone that komaeda doesn't have his dick out, and is just fixing his pants, because it'd be godawful ugly if he just turned around immediately with it all hanging out when hearing joshua's voice — luckily, it's not hanging when he does. he cants his head to the side, looking from out the stall to find where the other is, and once he notices him — )
Ah, you found us... ( he manages a smile as he looks towards dito, he's too high-strung, but he seems to be getting a little better after cleaning himself off with the water. ) Legion did. ( he sounds proud of it as a hand rests on his hip, and the other arm raises up in that really gay posture, but his other hand flat than pointing. )
It got all over Dito-kun's face, I'm unsure if it got in his mouth... ( hopefully it didn't... ) I think he would have spit it out had that been the case... isn't that right? ( blinks innocently at dito... you know how this goes! rule of thumb when there's cum: spit, spit, spat, be a good brat. )
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When did he get there, even?! ]
Who the hell--
[ Dito starts, brow knitting in an almost perplexed way. He doesn't really recognize Joshua, because he's never met the other in-person. Just spoken to him on the network a few times.
... But then his attention turns toward Komaeda again, considering Komaeda just starts not shutting up again. ]
I'm gonna hurl if you keep talking like that...
[ He groans in irritation, lifting a hand up to card through his fringe with his fingers as he presses the heel of his palm against his temple. This is very headache inducing, okay. ]
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anyway. it just makes Joshua even more intrigued and interested in the situation, honestly. he doesn't get off of his small-ass perch, because he feels like they'll just confuse Dito even more if they're on opposite ends of each other.]
You can call me Joshua. I think we've spoken over text before?
[he doesn't really think, he knows, but sometimes he likes to pretend that he doesn't know more than he does.]
The fact that he hasn't washed it all the way off...I don't suppose you like it on you, do you? Poor Dito, to have such interesting indulgences...
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Do you need help?
( he looks towards dito after fixing his pants properly, they're no longer going to drop down his waist if he decides to jump around again. turning properly towards the other, he holds up his mechanical hand to emphasize what he'll be using to help. the machine whirrs lightly with every "joint" moving that's part of it, and he points at his own mouth for reference. )
If you open up, I can stick them inside, if Kiryu-kun wants, he can too, I'm sure you're more than capable of taking us both.
( well, joshua may not be that into sticking his fingers in dito's mouth to help him throe up, but komaeda has no qualms. he's more on the dirtier scale of getting things done, and the other looks like he's not the type unless he needs to — dito, however, just a slut pig rolling in filth. )
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Dito's brow furrows more and he defensively takes a step back, accidentally bumping back into the sinks where Joshua is. Which causes him to jolt momentarily, and he turns his head back toward Joshua again momentarily as if to ascertain who he just bumped into, even if he already knows.
God, he really doesn't like anything that's going on right now. His nearest hand moves down to grip tight on his spear again at his waist, and he scowls. ]
The fuck are you talking about?!
[ His knuckles turn white from how hard he's gripping his weapon now. ]
How about I stick my spear inside you instead?
[ That sounds more fun. ]
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Joshua holds his hands up a bit, as if to try to hold back Dito. but what comes out of his mouth might actually do the opposite here...]
Now that's a little more than most of us would be able to take, I would think.
[please run the spear through him,]
Don't be so concerned about our comments...one would think you'd be trying to suppress something if you become too stubborn.
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Don't worry, I've taken something around this size.
( when he killed himself in chapter five, but he doesn't have to explain all that. instead, he'll walk over to dito, but not touch him because we all know what happens when you touch a guinea pig on their ass, they just start hopping. )
Kiryu-kun, your timing is impeccable, ( he sighs wistfully, proud about that ) to witness Dito-kun so full, practically leaking... I am really glad I can share this experience with you.