( komaeda's hair is... while it is fluffy, the fluffiest mess of white that can be found anywhere with darker tints towards the ends, that doesn't mean kokichi can run his fingers through it with ease. it needs a really good wash, but the other will find that out when he tugs it, and komaeda accepts it with ease — though his eye does close on the side where the nerves are sensitive from which way his hair was pulled. )

I'm not trying to start an argument, besides...

( let komaeda try to reposition kokichi by throwing him up a little more on his back so he's saddled properly. )

It's my nerves.. a mite like me speaking to you.. I only say idiotic things. ( but that's amazing, a supreme leader on his back that's using him for something so small. his stomach flips for a moment, enjoying the moment as he looks off to the side where the hall turns. he makes his way down that direction, smiling to himself. ) Haha, it makes me happy knowing I'm beneath you like this.