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npc contact.2
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hes never been selfish, or people will say that he forces his own beliefs onto others which is enough to say is selfishness. to him, he couldn't stomach the thought —
he'll close his eyes after he exchanges glances with the other, and his heart beats normally despite how close they are. this doesn't feel like a familiar thing, and yet it comes with ease, maybe it's because of who it is, and the hope that he harbors...
his lips part, inhaling slow, and then he sings softly where it's only audible between the two of them, "asu wo [...]" )
"We can see again tomorrow," I laughed, short-lived cherry blossoms within my heart. ♪
( sighs as i use this icon, eat your heart out rokkun. )
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also stop... me sighing as i play his song in the bg... Rokkun's heart can beat faster for the both of them, alternating his attention on the song itself and just... the fact that this is even happening in the first place, when he never would have thought... or hoped to dream...
It makes him feel a little bit like crying, actually, though he can't imagine why. They're just holding hands, not even dancing, and he can't find it in himself to lean in and interrupt. ]
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the darkness that blankets them outside is different from the darkness komaeda covers himself in with his eyes shut, and he's left to his own thoughts and voice within the background. in his mind, he can think of the little lights of when he entered into the other's memory, the first light, and then the second that sparkles in his imagination. if his mind could think of something more pleasant than the destruction of lights, it would, but even if the other isn't there in his thoughts completely — just holding his hands like this, his grip a little tighter to make sure he's still there is a subconscious action.
he doesn't move much at all, staying in place because he expects rokkun to lead if he really wants to dance, and he doesn't have to. it was an idea, just a spur of the moment of something to do with him that he doesn't do much with anyone else — komaeda probably would have stepped on his feet a few times, tripped over his own, and just fell to the ground so he could laugh at their poor efforts.
gently, quietly, yuku haru wo [...] )
—-ssoms, as if to cherish the departing spring, to live an ordinary life, and die together with you... aah, if that could come true... ♪
( a song is a song, and the truthfulness to it varies as komaeda now couldn't think of living an ordinary life, but the words spin together perfectly as always. he doesn't stop either, nor does he open his eyes to see what expression rokkun could be wearing at the time. he only offers him a song for as long as he wants to hear it, under the night sky, where the stars, and the moon observe, as the wind kicks up gently to play in their hair. a night of both good luck and bad luck. )