( dead, harsh, defensive to keep the other at bay, but straight to the point because a sigh didn't mean "speak to me," instead it was fix the problem that he's having at hand. his problem can't be remedied, not by this person he noticed the shoes of anyway. it's the moment he lifts his head to see who he's addressing, his words come out slow, curious — it sounds like he has trouble breathing, but that's always been his struggle. though, there's more to what he has to say. )
Do I know you...?
( dementia's a bitch, one that's a pretty good cop out if shin ever wanted one, but that doesn't seem to be the case as komaeda blinks slow, sickly, empty eyes staring into the other's own. and it takes him a moment for a name to hang off the tip of their tongue, almost like it's natural — it takes him a few moments to blink, taking in the other's appearance from the beanie to the way he stands, the tone of his voice, it's all too eerily familiar. he mouths shin's name soundless to himself, "tsu...kimi-kun?"
komaeda doesn't abide by those past memories, the one's where he must have lived a better life than what he has right now, but there's this odd feeling like... wanting to run his hands through the other's hair. besides, companionship comes in all sorts of ways, and komaeda being the type of person who didn't believe in personal space could account for how starved the other was. those sort of memories don't make sense for the now, do they? he blinks away those thoughts, and with another... disappointed sigh, directed at himself. )
Ah... I really am unlucky... I'd probably be better off with it breaking due to my inadequacy to keep up with anything.
you know what i didnt know what to expect but i love it
( dead, harsh, defensive to keep the other at bay, but straight to the point because a sigh didn't mean "speak to me," instead it was fix the problem that he's having at hand. his problem can't be remedied, not by this person he noticed the shoes of anyway. it's the moment he lifts his head to see who he's addressing, his words come out slow, curious — it sounds like he has trouble breathing, but that's always been his struggle. though, there's more to what he has to say. )
Do I know you...?
( dementia's a bitch, one that's a pretty good cop out if shin ever wanted one, but that doesn't seem to be the case as komaeda blinks slow, sickly, empty eyes staring into the other's own. and it takes him a moment for a name to hang off the tip of their tongue, almost like it's natural — it takes him a few moments to blink, taking in the other's appearance from the beanie to the way he stands, the tone of his voice, it's all too eerily familiar. he mouths shin's name soundless to himself, "tsu...kimi-kun?"
komaeda doesn't abide by those past memories, the one's where he must have lived a better life than what he has right now, but there's this odd feeling like... wanting to run his hands through the other's hair. besides, companionship comes in all sorts of ways, and komaeda being the type of person who didn't believe in personal space could account for how starved the other was. those sort of memories don't make sense for the now, do they? he blinks away those thoughts, and with another... disappointed sigh, directed at himself. )
Ah... I really am unlucky... I'd probably be better off with it breaking due to my inadequacy to keep up with anything.