yogen | npc contact.2

( god what time... the quiet doesn't get them outside right... 2am... would be cute... 2am rokkun. )

dormitory, but i can meet you by the wisteria.
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before it officially loses all its petals.

[ Would Rokkun check his pda at 2 in the morning and text Komaeda back for half an hour, yeah. Is he getting out of bed, yeah. 2am... god. This is why he can't get rid of this headache. ]

It's not going to take me weeks to get there
Wait for me

[ Sighs as he pulls on his ...other ugly jacket, I think he forced Komaeda to keep the pink one, but anyways, he puts on an ugly jacket so he can go to school in the middle of the night like he's lost his mind. ]

( that's all the time it has left? weeks... how unfortunate, he sighs as he follows the same steps — putting on his jacket, fitted in his pajama shirt and pants, and he'll stand by the wisteria as he stares at his pda, checking his merits, and things of that matter.

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he does a pretty good job standing in place, and not one wisteria petal hits him... like he's safeguarded by something, but the moonlight... it got them again. )

[ Nobody's doing anything about it, so yeah, maybe.

Rokkun will be there in about... 42 minutes. It wouldn't normally take so long, but 1) he tried to run here, and 2) that was a bad idea. He looks like he's breathing hard and there's a light sheen of sweat on his forehead and dark circles under his eyes and he does look sick if you didn't know better.

Ugh, it's dark and quiet. Who's smart idea was it to meet up in the middle of the night? ]

( now it's 3am? he'll slip his pda into his jacket's pocket when he notices the other, and he'll walk on a few of the wisteria petals as he goes to meet him halfway from the tree. his organic hand raises, up, and he touches the male's forehead with cold fingers to wipe away the sweat that he can visibly see with the moonlight. maybe this way he'll be able to cool the other down for a moment as he looks at his ruffled hair from when he ran, but he doesn't mess with that as he lifts his mechanical hand to wave at the other.

this is the person he wanted to see, he'll forgo the dark bags under his eyes, and the way he seems to be out of breath — he doesn't worry about any of that because he'll see through it. every time he meets with him, he wonders if he should even exchange conversation, from that childish expression of his will be easily replaced because of how sensitive his feelings are. he blinks once, thoughtful, then twice... and he closes his eyes with a smile.

he's glad he made it. )

[ What is Komaeda even smiling about, this was a terrible idea, his head is pounding but now also his lungs and legs are burning. He's gotten one and a half hours of sleep and can't even remember what he's doing here aside from the fact that Komaeda asked to meet and so now he's here.

Ugh.

He smiles for Komaeda, briefly, while his eyes are closed and he can't see, before taking his wrist to tug him towards the school building. ]

( he misses it, the smile it seems, but it's probably better that way that he never saw it, and instead is pulled along towards the school building. it's hard not to follow, despite the other in the position that he's in, komaeda's still the weaker one between the two, and so one foot goes after the other as they walk. knowing that rokkun is facing forward, komaeda's eyes open slow, and he stares at the back of the other's head, and he can feel the breeze against his organic hand — cool from the sweat he wiped away, but as nice as this is...

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it's not like this meeting is anything selfish or frivolous, and he can only think about what's happened so far between lucifer's actions with the void students, and then the conversation in the nurse's office with amami — the other's sibling laid in bed, went through an exorcism and then natsume's ritual helping wake them. the tears, the brief fear and confusion in their eyes. komaeda played distant, but he wonders what the other would have done, could he have made things instantly okay.

everyday he wonders why does he care, and he looks up at the sky, before his mouth parts to sigh, but he follows the other's lead. )

[ Okay, so... The first place Rokkun leads them is the bathroom so he can wash the sweat off his face so he can stop feeling so gross, frowning a little at the window but not exactly his reflection, and then it's to the nurse's office to find some Tylenol that he pours two pills out of a bottle and carries in his hand instead of taking them, and then it's to the vending machines to purchase a can of cold brew coffee he's going to wash down the pain meds with.

And then he'll look at Komaeda as if expecting him to bring up whatever they were meant to do here. ]

( what was at the window, buddy, what the fuck... he would have took a look, but they're moving from one place to another, until they're standing right in front of the vending machine. the dead silence, and even as he yawns, it's not even audible, but he makes sure to cover his mouth to be polite. small beads of tears form in the corner of his eye as he does, eyes closing from the sting, well, that's until he pulls out his pda to type something on the front. )

i want to talk to you about a few things.

( he turns it for the other to see, and then he deletes it after to add on something else. )

what do you want to do first?

( and then he hands him the pda to use. )

[ There was nothing at the window bc i meant to write mirror BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER we've moved on

He pulls the tab off the top of the can and takes a gulp of coffee for every hour he's not going to sleep tonight, before looking down at the pda in Komaeda's hands. This is appreciated, actually, because he can't guarantee coherent words if he were to say them out loud, but as text he's given the time to gather his thoughts and backspace as needed. ]

Talk
Doesn't matter where

[ And if Komaeda doesn't have a preference he's going to just sit down in front of the vending machine with his back to it, because it really is three-something in the morning. ]

( i got so excited about a window being in the bathroom, and this is how you do me.

vending machines is fine, they can use that if the conversation gets too long, they can eat something along the way. for a moment, he stares at the snacks they can choose from as if he wants something, but he closes his eyes before sitting down across from rokkun. he sets the pda on the floor between them, and slowly his fingers dance along the screen as they tap various letters. )

do you want the good news or bad news?
unless you want to start the conversation first.

( he turns it upside down for the other to read right side up. )

[ look... sometimes you're sitting at your desk and look to your side at the window and it's dark outside and bright inside and you can see your reflection and you go "yes, this is the word I'm looking for" and don't think any more about it

He looks down at the pda, squints a little, almost like he's considering which option to go for, but ends up getting up and sitting back down next to Komaeda, because turning the pda around every time is going to get annoying and this is easier. ]

Good news

[ This is how his interactions with Komaeda have gone lately, he thinks. It starts off okay, and then he gets upset for one reason or another, and if they don't start with the good news then he'll never hear it. ]

( you know what valid, why would i ever question it, but this means we need a window in one of the bathrooms... think of how easy the killing will be?

he doesn't expect rokkun to sit next to him, but here he is, making himself comfortable as he turns the pda for both of them to see. it's easier this way, actually, but he wonders if the other being on the opposite side would have worked in his favor, he can't really tell what he'll do by his side, because his eyes will focus on the screen below. as he chooses, komaeda finds himself grooming through his memories for what counts as good news. )

you came.

( he doesn't say much when he talks through text, does he? maybe its' easier to get straight to the point this way, but he adds on with what was written. )

we can talk about us as the good news.

( HE AIN'T GOT NO GOOD NEWS FR. I'M CRYINGGGGGG. )

[ WHY GIVE HIM THE CHOICE IN THE FIRST PLACE how is this good news, it just feels like the news is the discovery that Komaeda can get him out of bed at two in the morning to go back to school

...takes the pda back ]

What's the bad news?

( STOP I ACTUALLY HAD A GOOD NEWS, BUT I DIDN'T EXPECT HIM TO CHOOSE IT, SO I FORGOT IT AND WAS LIKE KOMAEDA DOESN'T HAVE GOOD NEWS. stop, damn what is good news.

...i remembered the good news. applies this to komaeda's dementia. )

i remembered now, the good news was that... amami-kun solved a murder with his hope!
or rather... he allowed us to take part... an ultimate's hope is a glorious thing.

( solved a murder, is the murderer... fun. )

[ STOP he was just humoring them with the whole mystery gang thing, he doesn't actually care, this is like Komaeda coming up to him and saying Amami got a good grade on one of his tests, like good for him but so what?

He doesn't even bother taking the pda to type because all he would have written is "Okay" and then turn to stare at Komaeda and he can bypass one step and just stare. ]

( the silence makes this look sooo bad, what the fuck? he's not even talking to him, maybe he shouldn't have brought him out to begin with. he wanted to talk about the void and the shadows, along with knowing that rokkun isn't sick, and how his headache actually happened.

why is he staring, so komaeda will type on the pda again. )

are you in the right headspace to receive information that could possibly hurt you?

[ It's that bad, yeah. It's 3AM and Komaeda's asking if he's sane or not and the last time he asked something like that Rokkun did snap, maybe this is why he wanted to talk in the middle of the night, so Rokkun will at least be quiet when he loses his shit.

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Alright, grabby hands for the PDA ]

What did you do?

( what did you do almost reads like komaeda is always doing something bad in his life, and he looks up at the other for a brief moment before looking down at the pda. he frowns now as he reaches towards it, appearing a little defeated as he taps slow, and hesitant before he stops. he removes his hand so the other can see. )

i wasn't there to protect someone important to you.

( he knows he's not supposed to mope when things don't go his way, so he instead forces a fitting smile like he's over it already. )

[ ...He doesn't reach for the pda, not yet, when he doesn't quite understand who or what Komaeda means. The people important to him— his first thought is Komaeda himself, sitting here looking relatively fine— and then maybe... maybe just two other people, important in very different ways.

There would be no reason to tell him in such a roundabout matter, if it were either of him. The delicacy is strange, and he leans forward to rest his arms on his knees and look over at Komaeda, once again offering nothing but silence and a expectant stare. ]

???

( he must not want to know, the way he doesn't even answer komaeda, and he's just staring at him in the dark... odd, so he lifts his hand to cover rokkun's eyes so he can stop that. maybe he should have spoke with rokkun earlier in the day so he could talk, because he has the silence to his advantage, but luckily for the ultimate it doesn't make him uncomfortable. no, he's lived in the silence for quite some time now, and he's used to this. )

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( with a sigh, he'll look at his own pda where he wrote his statement, and there's many names he could slot in here. he's thinking about it as he reaches out with his other hand to delete what he wrote, and when he removes his palm from the male's eyes, he can see a blank screen on the pda.

maybe komaeda changed his mind? )

[ Komaeda is very bad at telepathic communication, apparently. There's a little frown on Rokkun's face when his eyes are covered, drawing back away from Komaeda's hand and forgetting he's sitting against the vending machine and ends up bumping the back of his head against it.

His hand is already half raised by the time Komaeda removes his, and that hand of his finds Komaeda's wrist so he can ...not do that. The other relieves Komaeda of the pda so he can hold it and tap at the keys with his thumb ]

What happened?

( he just decides what he wants to do, leave him alone... he wants his arm back if rokkun is willing to let go. which he'll tug just a little bit as he reads the pda, and his lips purse into a straight line. how should he answer that? he reaches out with his other hand, tapping at the letters that follow after rokkun's question: )

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your log...

( is that honest? no, but sometimes you have to go slowly into explaining what happened to your sibling out of the blue... how does one follow into that topic? that's right, use the log as an excuse first, and see if rokkun manages to connect the dots of why it went to amami > failed to protect someone important > then the log. )

[ How... is anybody supposed to follow that? There's the moment where Rokkun just stares at Komaeda, before reminding himself that he has to write something or else Komaeda's just going to keep running away. ]

Did you set it on fire?

[ Better not have given it away. Better not have been to Amami. ]

( is he not supposed to run away? some days you can't be emotionally crippled, so leaving the conversation saves embarrassment. though, he's doing well in not laughing at this little made up scenario... rokkun really likes that log, huh? )

you know... i've always been honest to you?

( komaeda's honest to a fault anyway, only lies when he believes that he needs to, and if it'll help something down the line. doing this prolongs what's important to rokkun, and part of him feels like he shouldn't even place this hurdle before him. he's looking down at the pda as he thinks about the recent fire, from what amami told them, among other things.

...

he glances up to meet rokkun's eyes for a brief moment. )

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