(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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[sisters]

( it's... a little bit poetic for him, personally; matter-of-fact, but still with a sense of something intangible within it that he feels he's supposed to grasp. amami reads the note over, and then he looks back to the top, reading it again. for a few minutes, he lets the words soak in as he tries to understand it — the sentiment komaeda is trying to share, and... once again, he finds himself at a loss, in a way. that the same guy who said that amami could be a stepping stone himself, is also offering him comfort after he failed in such a way.

he has mixed feelings, to be honest, but... he thinks he gets the sentiment, at least. appreciates it, as he glances back to komaeda.

pointing at the paper for a moment, he'll lift the page as if to rip it out of the notebook, but doesn't quite pull hard enough to do so yet. do you approve, komaeda? he wants to keep these words. )

[commences]

( he remembers last time, where komaeda actually took what he wrote away from him because he was too frustrated with himself — the rights and wrongs, his reasons for letting one untalented swine live despite his death could have been a stepping stone for others. while he lacks hope himself, rokkun death would have done nothing for him, but perhaps others, and he took that away. hypocritical, and yet komaeda closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and he forgets about it as if he's done nothing wrong.

...

...

...

once they flutter open again, he watches as amami pulls at the sheet, and komaeda leans back, his hands sliding away from the notebook to allow the other the chance to take it. )

[sisters]

( amami watches as komaeda seems to consider it, before allowing him what looks to be permission. the soft sound of paper being torn out, slowly (carefully) as amami pulls the page, feels deafening in the quiet of a room that used to have no sound at all. it only takes a moment though, and amami will fold the paper into a neat, small square, before tucking it away in his pocket. he offers a faint smile, weak but present, to komaeda before he takes the pen to a new sheet in the book. )

thanks
i appreciate that

( maybe something like that... is something he needed to hear. )

[commences]

I wonder... can they be words to live by.
I guess I'll find out soon.

( he smiles, thinking back to where he heard them, and even now he wonders if rokkun lives by them — does he even still remember them. passing on this golden words to an ultimate who probably doesn't need them, but it's the fall, the shattering that's caused amami to be this way, but as long as someone was there, that they weren't alone. that it was amami first and foremost, and the others next, that things must have been better for them — having gone through that, and being by themselves with no one familiar, it'd just be a replay of their past. )

You're pretty great at this family aspect, ah... thank you.

( because family is there for each other, and he didn't fail when it counted most. a despairing situation grows the hope, so he stands up, looking down at the other. )

If you write a note, I can bring it along.
I don't want to hold up the thoughts of an Ultimate.

[sisters]

i'll give it a try
and i'll hold you too that too

( but that's all he'll write, aware of how komaeda pulls himself to his feet, and figuring that he must be on his way out if that's the case. he holds up the notebook for komaeda to take, offering something of a smile in return since it's probably his, right? )

[commences]

You wanted me to give them a note, didn't you?

( he asks, looking at the other... while komaeda won't overinvest like this, he'll make sure to come back the next day if the other is... still out of it. this is where he stayed actively after rokkun's almost death, and he wonders why the aratas seem to suffer in such a way... perhaps they really do lean towards bad luck. he smiles softly, sliding the notebook back towards amami. )

[sisters]

( amami just waves his hand — it's fine, it's fine. if anything, if komaeda stays looking at him, he'll scribble out one last word and slide it back. )

later

( he doesn't think kamo-kun is all too interested in reading his poorly thought out analysis of the themes in the master key, so like, let him think of what to write just for them. )