yogen | npc contact.2

[ His only cute threads have been with Subaru and Hinata, ig the secret is to let him be the big brother sometimes, he's better at that than playing the senpai role. ]

Bring back an entire ream of paper! [ He calls out after Subaru, because there's no way 206 bones x 20 skeletons are going to fit on just 30 sheets.

What else are they going to need... string to tie their ghosts up, and he'll also grab clay for the heads because something weighty to keep them hanging instead of tangling would work best. ]

[ There's a sense of accomplishment for being able to write your full name, it's like in elementary school with those kids whose names were more than five letters long, they suffered but that one moment of accomplishment... ]

Hehe... Do you think so? I hope I was able to do that!

[ She's dead so all she can do is the opposite now, but if she had warmed onii-chan up then it would have been worth it. ]

( the choice was does he want a souvenir or birthday present, but komaeda decided to give him both...

it's difficult to stay in his arms like this, because komaeda doesn't want to like it, knows what happens when he does — something good, and he'll probably hurt himself afterwards. if he thinks of it as bad luck, horrible luck that he's in his arms like this after class, then good luck will weigh out... he shouldn't be able to press his chest against rokkun's chest and remain there satisfied, but he does, and he even closes his eyes as he listens to the rhythm of his heart.

then he has to say the cheesiest stuff which is enough to make komaeda chuckle, no, he hasn't done anything, but it's always been rokkun's hope that worked for him. his hope has always been one of komaeda's favorites. )

You don't have to say such dramatic things... ( he pauses, thoughtful. ) My arms will be empty the entire time you're gone... so you have to fill them upon your return.

( maybe an added note: )

Run back to me, and then pick me up... just like that.

( it might not be the best run, but the run in the making post therapy has to be impressive, and he'd want to see how far rokkun has came. )

[ Was dad happy? They're on the fence about it, because they want so bad for him to have been happy when they were together. But how could a parent be happy when they barely ever get to see their kid?

mmmmm they wish he had said these things to them when they were both still alive. A couple of words and they feel soooo warm, like they can take on the world, and they wrap their arms around Komaeda's middle and give him a tight squeeze because that sort of gratitude is hard to put into words. ]

I'll keep doing my best, so you can be proud of me too! I want to make you smile and feel as happy as you make me.

[oh!! she can do this sort of task, easily - there's probably going to be a lot of leaves falling, but maybe someone has a rake to make them into a pile.]

Do you want them in just a pile, or should I try to find some sort of sack for them?

[ Oh this is every teen's worst nightmare, when your parents find out about the guy you like and talk about the two of you behind your back ]

What did he say?

[the fuck is a ream

is it a roll. papers don't come in a roll. fabric comes in a roll. um. he'll get an unopened pack of paper, he guesses, if this isn't it then it's not like it's far!!! jesus fuck i just realized you said 206 bones rokuro's gonna find out subaru knows the major bones and none of the smaller ones because those get lost to time when you don't care--

anyway here's a ream of papers coming down on the table he just doesn't know it's a ream.]

Done! What's a ream!

( me who wrote that while i was at work: did i forget to mention anything
(i forgot to mention everything)

He probably did and he'll be waiting for her at the front door, but we can still have Deemo songs later—he has a few ideas for today and some of them involve the music room. She looks so... He gives her a glance up and down, ah. )

Good afterNOON, Little Wolf. You're looking very CUTE. ( It suits her. A few more fidgets of his cuff before he catches himself and, right, okay. ) When was the last time you saw a meteor showER?

[thinkin how i wrote my name "autum" for a while]

I'm sure you did! You're such a cheery kid already, so I'm positive you managed that~.

[what else does he need... name plaque, flowers, colors... that's pretty much it personal info wise... up to the third floor they go.]

Where would you wanna put it? On a bookshelf? Or maybe I can see if the librarian'll keep it on the front desk.

[but that isn't the case anymore. when they made that contract they had no one, not a single soul, and they hadn't even wanted to be themselves anymore -- but now they have people who make them hurt when they think of the future, they're surrounded by people who would do anything to make their dreams and horizons bright, and

even if they still don't want to be, or can't be themselves, he simply cannot forget the quiet plea. subaru is ultimately a selfish person, who takes and clings and doesn't want to give up or give in, and it's wearing on him that there's a growing number of people in his life he just needs to accept things about when he wants to do just the opposite--]

I'll just have to make sure that they have a strong enough attachment here then, even if it hurts.

[he has months to make it happen. maybe the ultimatum's end won't change, and keigo'll still leave the cycle by word of the contract in trade for the important something they asked for, but

selfishly, horribly, subaru wants them to hesitate.]

... Sorry. I don't wanna come off as rude or anything, Kazu-chan, but I think they made a choice when they felt they didn't have any other option. So even if it's a done deal, I still want to do something for them -- that's not just accepting it with my mouth shut.

( Oh.

Natsume pauses just a step, looking down at her—he...

He wouldn't know if he was or not, he supposes, but it feels bad to claim it. And yet she looks so hopeful, a salve for her loneliness, and he...

He rests his hand on her head, not minding the cold. )

...I can't say I'm him in full confiDENCE. I don't think I'd know eiTHER. ( Gentle. ) But if you think I have enough of the same qualities as HIM, I don't mind if you call me THAT.

( .......he's never been the onii-chan before........ )

Whatever makes you hapPY, Little Owlet, will bring me happiness TOO.

Those were words you wanted me to mimic...

( he wasn't ready for the hug, so he flinches a bit, cause off guard compared to when he goes out of his way to do it first — he calms himself though, relaxing as best as he can. he lifts one arm, wrapping it around npckun's waist to pull them closer. )

So I want to say what I believe:

( he clears his throat, resting his cheek on the top of their head. ) You've showed me the hope you're able to bring upon yourself and others, it's a warm feeling, hope is a beautiful thing... you've given so many goals of their own, and as time progresses... I hope to see an eventful outcome where we can all be together.

( his eyes close, a slow breath— wheeze. ) You're a good child, you have so many people... don't ever give up on them, remain a light that they can see... in return, they'll be a light as well... they shine bright for you, so that way you won't get lost. Your hope is a beautiful thing, because everyone's hope is one of a kind... don't lose that...

( he'll hold out one hand, extending his pinky: ) Promise me, continue being a good child, and showing your hope. That makes me happy, it makes others happy... it's why I love hope that comes from you, too.

( He produces a dozen more—

...No, that isn't a joke, but he's laughing a bit as he sets them down. )

I find one is usually enough to HELP, at least if you're superstitious eNOUGH.

( with one hand, komaeda plays with rokkun's bangs, reading the expression on his face... is that bad? hm. probably, that is his dad, after all. )

He didn't like to discuss you with me, but that's the role of a counselor... can't talk about other students than the one he's talking to.

( he tries to recall the conversation, it was awhile ago, and komaeda's memory works for certain things, and others he lets go. )

...That you're an idiot, if you make it to graduation is on your own merit, but whether you make it... ( he hums, still fiddling with his hair. ) That our memories aren't really anything... experiences that are made up... things like that, I shouldn't waste my time with you.

( he pauses, letting it sink in for rokkun, wondering if those words mean anything. ) What do you think?

( so, they're playing a game next to him.

hikaru and their friends, that is — a couple desks pushed together over lunch, because you mentioned that they played go that one time and i figure it probably wasn't only one time, so they're playing something over lunch today, too. and aira? he can't help but be curious, eyes flickering over to see what they're doing every now and then, trying to keep track of who's winning. he's trying to be subtle about it, you know, not call too much attention to himself as he peeks out of the corner of his eye to see whose turn it is now, but his gaze is pulled up when he notices on set of eyes on him and, in a panic, he meets them with his own.

only for a second though, because aira immediately whips his head around to look back out towards the window instead, resting his cheek on his palm like it's not way too late to play it cool. listen, he totally wasn't watching that game, and he totally didn't kinda sorta want to play too, and he totally isn't turning red right to the tips of his ears at being caught. nope. not him. )

( Not all hard work is rewarded. Actually, in reality, very little hard work sees reward.

It's different at the current Yumenosaki, at the idol utopia of Ensemble Square, but that's usually the law everywhere else. Is it different here, too? ...Can it be? An ideal world where you put in the work and get what you deserve... )

And you have a guarantee that it'll work out just the way you want it TO? ( ... ) Wishes are never free or so simply paid for, after ALL. I've read enough stories to know THAT.

( only in d*sney do truly happy endings occur; the rest you have to be careful about your wording with. )

So your third option is to just stand STILL, never swaying to one side or the oTHER? Is that going to make you hapPY?

[ How he calls Subaru "that", it makes them puff their cheeks in Subaru's defense, a little sulky. ]

I do what I want.

[ They never would have admitted to their feelings if they had a choice, but it wasn't as if Subaru strongarmed them into saying anything, and it doesn't change the warmth that they feel just being by his side. They would feel that way even if he didn't like them back.

... ]

Do you not like him?

[ They lean against Komaeda, watching him draw his line and then connecting theirs to his.

...rotates the paper sideways so it takes up less space. ]

(　thinking about all the conversations they've had................ strike him down now )

Hmmmm.

( Now it's more like, which part of it, or if the whole thing's just askew slightly, like when you move furniture in a room and keep hitting your knee on the couch that shouldn't be there but is now because you made some adjustments.

time to piece out this ig welcome to a long thread of choices. didn't have to be this way. )

You made the proMISE, or was it one made by something ELSE... or a third opTION?

Return to the SCHOOL? Though how many flowers have fallen alreaDY, I would've figured we'd have a whole crop of new stuDENTS.

( ...odd timing for them to appear all the same, but he doesn't feel like there's technically be any more than usual. To let go...

Well, more things here are metaphorical than not, actually. He blinks slowly, thinking. )

Or do you mean to LIFE?

[ Oh no... they're ticklish on their sides so they squirm a little at the light touches, half distracted by why Subaru would be laughing at them—-

...

maybe they can get away from his hands if they snug in closer ]

Metal for the winter, because the chiming can be heard the clearest. Colored glass is better for spring and summer when the skies are clear and sunny and the color will stand out the most then. Wood will have to wait until summer too, since they might get soggy when it's raining or snowing. People will just have to buy one of each.

[ Everything has its pros and cons which makes for good marketing ]

[ Akki ducks his head a little, because he doesn't want to be seen— doesn't want to be in the same room if he can help it— when Rokkun is mad about something. He chances a quick glance over his shoulder and

yeah, there is Rokkun, leaning back on his seat with his arms crossed over his chest, possibly thinking about how best to continue his work but more likely he's seething. ]

Maybe we should do this somewhere else... You can give him some candy now so he'll calm down a little.

[ Since he's like a boy who missed out on his childhood. Candy bribes will probably work, maybe ]

Mm, they grow very fast and get super long if you leave them alone, but get really bushy if you trim them often. You have to make sure they're not right by the windows, or they might get sunburnt.

[ It'll be nice, especially if Amami's agreed to do most of the work and they can just sit around and enjoy all the green, but, mm...

... ]

Do you know how long you'll be gone?

[ They're going to count the days and if he's back late they're going to go to Helena's room and cry or something ]

[ What the fuck, do people let spiders live just to spawn baby spiders to eat bugs, Komaeda's saying it like they'll sneak into bedrooms and kill off a family's kids or something. ]

That would be best, right? Do you know how?

( he remains focused on the paper, out the corner of his eye he does watch as npckun sulks slightly, and then how they settle nestled up against komaeda to draw their line; after the rotate, he draws a line beside npckun's own — )

You do what you want, but to follow up with a question like that...

( isn't it about not caring what other people think which encourages the thought process of doing whatever they think is best? that leaves a gaping hole in the relationship, and either it has to be plugged up or it gives komaeda the chance to dig his fingers in like he's doing now. )

We'll leave that question for last. ( ... ) Because I want to ask you something close... why do you like him?

( an inquiring, supportive father? or a curious, disappointed father, who knows with the way he won't look up at npckun as he waits for their hand to make the next mark. )

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