(closed) watch me dissolve, slowly.

[commences]

Who: Nagito Komaeda & anyone who hits me up
What: Septmeber catch-all
When: 09/01 onwards
Where: Various locations
Warnings: TBA

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but i don't even know how the chemistry works when you're poolside
kicking in the dirt, kicking in the sand and stirring up trouble.

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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[bloodmetries]

[ Akira finds Komaeda after a week of him missing and immediately pulls him by his hair into the girls bathroom. Cause if it's in the GIRLS bathroom it doesn't make it gay, right? ]

Where the fuck were you?

[ (I almost had him call him a bitch.) Cause if it's in the girls bathroom it doesn't make it gay... right? ]

i been laughong GODD HELP

[commences]

( not his wig!!! his fucking WIG, but he allows himself to be pulled inside, and the last two times he was here was because he had some girl trip on milk, and then he had another girl beat him up. he's switched up this time with a guy, so there's no way this can be gay, right? )

Kijima-kun! It's been awhile!

( he smiles softly, acting as if the other has been missing, his hands raise up to grab the other's wrist, and then up to hold his hand. hopefully this will be more than enough to slip his fingers out of komaeda's hair. they're back in school, so what if some girl is hiding in the bathroom stall afraid of what's going on. )

I missed you too, how have you been? ( holding hands is not gay, but a sign of hope and friendship. )

[bloodmetries]

Yeah, cause you went and disappeared all of a sudden. What the hell was that about? [ Never mind the fact that several people have been disappearing lately. He doesn't seem to care much at all, instead the person he's meant to be cautious of is suddenly gone and that's a red flag for him -- either he died or he's up to something, that's usually Akira's train of thought.

He pulls his hand away, which may just accidentally tear a few hairs but that bald Komaeda edit was made for a reason. Also he's not holding hands with him he's not gay!! ]

Swell. People have been screaming and crying over people disappearing left and right and since I hardly know anyone here it's like listening to a bunch of babies. [ That said? Everyone who went missing should've died so all of these dramatic would've meant something. BUT OH WELL! ]

[commences]

It was... an odd experience, I took a trip to the fourth floor, and the first time I saw the door open... I wanted to see.

( how does one explain they were whisked away to some sort of fantasy like out of a children's book, especially when it started off as complete darkness, and then little lights like stars managing to place them in eternal slumber. either way, he's awake as of now considering akira has pulled out a few locks of hair, gradient or maybe dirty... from one half to the other. he can keep them if they make him feel like he has a piece of komaeda to hold onto. )

Sakasaki-kun, Hinata-kun, and Adams-san were all with me... ( so don't worry, he had poor meat sponges to absorb the damage for him. ) ...and we found ourselves lost in someone's memory.

( he lifts a hand, scratching where he can felt the other pull his hair, because the sensation is kind of itchy. ) Did nothing like that happen to you at all?

[bloodmetries]

So you decided to be a cat. [ And curiosity could've killed him.

Honestly? Whatever could have sufficed, Akira is here for an explanation and after the shit he's been through anything sounds believable -- to an extent. Still, he can't really suspect whether or not he's telling the truth when he's experienced a pregnant ghost and turtles. ]

We all noticed that a couple of you were gone, but otherwise? No. At least I was kept locked up in this goddamn school.

[ He stuffs his hand into his pocket. ]

Was the memory connected to here?

*waves*

[notsosou]

[Guess who has, after some lying face down on the floor time, maybe like a week of it, has decided to spend some time exploring the vents crawlspaces. He wants to get a good mental map down because this is a really good place to hide. No way a mysterious ghost wolf let loose in the school could fit in here, probably. Just ignore the bloodstains he saw. He's forgetting something.

That blue flame he's using for light is gonna frame his face nicely on turning this corner, and he's gonna almost drop it.]

Waugh! D-didn't see you there...

[Startled's an understatement.]

*waves back* same crawlspace

[commences]

( the crawlspace is... komaeda's go to location to be, especially after his own murder a long time ago — it's like a second home, aside from the fact he stops every so often, trying to calm himself down. the fears that he has... one of them being claustrophobia makes an adventure like this difficult, but he pushes through regardless until he notices something glowing a little further down. it's blue, and that's the first time he's saw something so different, which makes him wonder if those souls are in here too.

though, meeting someone on the opposite end wasn't in the plan, it's not josh, but...! )

Tsukimi-kun...!?

( komaeda's mouth parts into an "o" as he realizes it's actually him, a hand lifts to pinch at the other's cheek to make sure he's real, his fingers cold. he should have been hesitant considering what happened with the glass animals in rokuro's memory, but seeing that the other hasn't shattered from his touch. )

Are you trying to disappear again?

same crawlspace!

[notsosou]

[Hhhh he needs to calm himself down now as well... and then Komaeda pinches him, ow. He rubs it with the hand not holding the lighter, locks himself back down.]

Aha...ha... Not like I intended that. [It's muttered a bit. Sara punched him over it, is this sort of thing just how he's going to be greeted now. Why is everyone here so violent.] Huh? Did you miss me that much, Komaeda-san?

[It's the teasing tone he feels grimy just using, but... honestly he wants the answer to be 'no'. Can't he back out of this conversation? Physically, yes. In practicality, also no.]

if i could draw that would be their honorary meme

[commences]

Are you that lonely to come to that accusation? I'll excuse it, Tsukimi-kun!

( it's not as dusty as it should be through this part of the crawlspace, which will tell shin that someone travels through here more often than not — gives him an idea that there's others, or maybe komaeda travels. he looks towards the lighter in the male's hand, and he reaches out for it to hold it instead in front of his face, eyes watching the flame flicker before looking back up at shin. )

A forceful adventure, I'd take it?

( he teases, smiling softly at the other to match his expression, and he lifts his mechanical hand up to nudge the other back — he hasn't turned to glass yet, his organs haven't cracked, and blood hasn't shot out. )

You must have had fun on your vacation... you could have taken Chidouin-san along, you two are close friends, after all.

a lil after the body being found — closewithnewintown

[commences]

( there's a feeling of safety within these rooms — the chalkboard telling of its origin, and in the void world that each room belonged to a teacher. besides, the dormitory is the old school building, and so to find what he does in stephanie's room makes everything even more exciting. he knows that he shouldn't, that playing games is probably crossed off the list of treating her like a silly child, but komaeda can't resist —

it's when stephanie comes into her room is where she's met with writing on the chalkboard: )



( pieces of chalk are left on the floor, dust peppered on the board next to the messy handwriting that smears left. )

[closewithnewintown]

[she sees the message when she enters the room. sighs for about thirty seconds. reaches next to her bed, pulling out the broom she has kept on hand in expectation of exactly this happening.

opens one of the closet doors and immediately begins thrashing every square inch of it. if unsuccessful, she will then move onto the next closet, and then under the bed.]

[commences]

( very thorough, she doesn't seem to be up for games which is understandable when he starts getting beat by a broom as he lays under the bed, a piece almost poking in his eye — )

Ahaha! You win, you win!

( a fair and easy win that he gives to her, he didn't want to make it that tedious of a game. he slides out from under the bed, his back on the floor as he looks up at her. )

You found me. ( his arms across his chest, hands on his sides to keep the from slipping. )

[closewithnewintown]

[she looks down at him, eyebrow raised, one hand on her hips.]

You didn't bully this out of Crona, right? [because honestly they are a chatterbox it probably just came out completely unforced.]

9/14 — crystallomancy

[commences]

( it hasn't been that long since their expedition into arata rokuro's memory, and from what komaeda has learned — there's a lot to take in, along with the state of every person here. within the group, it was him, helena, natsume and hinata, and they're the only people he can really discuss this with — when it comes to that particular native, komaeda's cautious with him to an extent — rokuro's messy, desperate, and everything else he believes him to be, and easy to break. he doesn't speak too much about him, besides, the information he has on him already is personal, and his options are limited on who to talk about them with.

so as he parts open the door to star four, ready to take a step out, but coincidentally, he notices someone on the opposite side of the hall — red hair, white strip, an expression of displeasure, and the door slamming closed as if he didn't want to make eye contact.

...

...

helena doesn't know the entire story.
hinata is placed upon a different narrative.
natsume however, natsume...

he skips to the other side of the hall, knocking on star one's door. )

Sakasaki-kun ~ ♪

[crystallomancy]

( natsume stares at the door with the same expression he'd given as soon as he'd stepped out: displeasure, lips set in a firm line. his hand rests on the doorknob, and he thinks about abandoning his plans for the day. he thinks about figuring out how to break the skylight and crawling out of that instead, or something.

he wishes their room had a window. he opens the door again, just enough to poke his head out. )

Is it imporTANT, Nagito-kun?

[commences]

I'm irritated.

( maybe not fully irritated, but something has been on his mind, and who would be best to pick the thoughts of if not natsume? with the door open, komaeda places his mechanical hand on the side, tapping lightly against the side of it. he could comment on the name, but he inhales, holds, and then follows with an exhale as to calm himself down. it doesn't work because he still has that nagging feeling at the back of his head. )

I can't talk about it in the hall, though, will you let me in?

[crystallomancy]

( natsume looks over his shoulder, then steps back and opens the door a little wider. )

Sit on the ground if you're going to sit someWHERE. I don't want you on either the little bat's bed or Shiratori-kun's.

( and definitely not HIS bed. he'll shut the door after komaeda comes in, resting back against it with his arms crossed. expectant. )

9/22 — sisters

[commences]

( it always comes back to this, a place where they coincidentally met, their meeting in a library that lacked noise — the library where they shared their meeting with clamor. lightly the tips of his fingers drag along the surface of a table, and he glances up to the area where he dropped down for his own murder. it's almost funny how it all comes full circle, this also the place where komaeda dragged himself to every day because of his own weakness — but this isn't about him, never has been. it's about the students an their hope, about the ultimates and their hope, and recently after the past few days... amami's hope has wavered?

it's uncomfortable to see, if komaeda could admit it, and yet, he's unable as he finds himself hearing small chatter among the students here (which is also... new for him), and he finds who he was looking for — lucky, he thinks. in the far back, away from other students, he finds the ultimate with unknown talent by himself, closed off from others, and the book laid on the table must be a distraction, or perhaps its truly caught his attention.

komaeda didn't bring his own notebook, but he'll take the spare off the table along with the pencil as he writes familiar words that maybe amami will remember, and if not... the trash between the two will: )

good book?

how i gasped

[sisters]

( amami isn't reading the book.

it's laid out in front of him, sure, page open to somewhere in the middle as he rests his palm against his cheek, staring down at it with a thousand-yard stare. it's a reference text, to be fair; geography, one of his stronger suits. something that actually interests him, at least. even so, his mind doesn't process a thing as they rest somewhere in the middle of the page, thoughts far away from here when a new sheet of paper slides into his view.

he looks at the page that's set down beside him. tilts his head to the side absently, as if considering his options. his eyes flicker momentarily to komaeda's, and he'll offer up an empty smile before reaching for the pen. )

textbook

Pepperidge Ko remembers

[commences]

( he crosses his arms on the table, and there's some minor dislike at how the pen scratches against the paper — audible reactions, it feels more sensitive in a safe place like this, but he doesn't talk nor does he move much.

he can hear his own breathing, bad as it is, a wheeze here and there like he has trouble breathing — he bites down on his tongue in hopes to... stop, slow his inhales and exhales. )

Third years have more on their plate.

( the opening of "good book?" has passed, and so he returns to his normal way of writing. he their road to... graduation, to reincarnation of where they left off. komaeda didn't think of bringing his own belongings, and so he motions to another textbook that sits before amami that he isn't using.

he'll borrow that one, if the other doesn't mind. )

[sisters]

( the note is added to, amami looks, and he seems to decide fairly quickly how he feels about that statement.

it's an easy one — the kind of words that are easily brushed off in a way no different from how he did to kazuki. )

we've all got a lot on our plates

( he'll write simply, then offer a vague wave of his hand to indicate that komaeda can take what he wants. not like amami was about to reach the rest of the textbooks he's got piled up here any time soon, so it's fortunate that attendance alone makes up a good chunk of your marks in high school. )

9/2, dorm room

[futurebullets]

[It's a few hours into the morning, now, and Hinata has noticed that Komaeda hasn't gotten out of bed yet. Brows furrowed, he pulls himself up to the top bunk and reaches out to lightly push at him.]

Oi, Komaeda, aren't you going to be late if you stay in bed much longer? [He frowns as a beat passes.] ...It's my turn for laundry today too, you know. If you don't have all of your stuff in the basket before class starts, I'm not doing it for you later.

[?]

[commences]

( it was a long day, and an equally long night, so komaeda's eyes feel heavier than normal, and the pillow under his head is even more inviting. his organic hand pulls at the cover to tug it over his shoulder, and maybe his head if he keeps being bothered, but this is perhaps the first time in awhile he's been able to sleep slightly peacefully. he's not a heavy sleeper, so he can hear hinata speak to him...

mutter, mutter... voice hidden behind the comforter, using it to protect himself from being prodded anymore. )

...ne. ... ( ... ) ...ah...

[futurebullets]

Komaeda...

[He's actually a little worried now... They haven't been rooming together very long, but this doesn't seem like him at all.]

Hm...

[Hinata hums as he weighs his options. He could let Komaeda sleep in, but...]

Alright, I guess that's the only thing to be done, then.

[It's said quietly to himself, though perhaps Komaeda will hear it. Mind made up, Hinata starts digging under the comforter to try and pull it away a little.]

Come on, Komaeda, you're worrying me now. What's gotten into you?

[commences]

...

( the movement on the bed stirs him a little, his eyes heavy as they flutter open slightly, but he still wants to keep them shut instead. slowly, he exhales as he gauges where the pressure on the bed is coming from. he uses his organic hand to slide against the bed, searching for what's pulling his blanket, and his fingers briefly brush hinata's own.

his mouth parts with a yawn, and tears bead up in the corner of his eyes. shifting his hand, he laces their fingers together, using the method so hinata can no longer take his covers. )

...Good morning, Hinata-kun.

( there's a pang in his chest, slightly on edge from being woken up by him again. though, the cover has been removed from his face, so a soft, sleepy expression rests on his face as the guilt squeezes at his heart. )

If you want to yell at me... please get it over with.