( he doesn't get sick, and that's the truth, but he can't explain why he feels so weak. he doesn't understand why his body reacts the way it does, and why it hurts so much to even squat down in this position — everything's painful, but he carries on without fail. he thinks about pulling his hands away from the male's grasp, but there's something about him that keeps him from moving.
of course, his eyes widen momentarily as the other explains the taste — the substance komaeda had playfully smeared on his lips is... blood? his fingers flinch as naegi begins to wipe his hands clean, and he's silent as he thinks about what was said.
if it's blood? why isn't he frightened? why does this make his heart skip a beat again? why does he want to smile even more which is odd as his expression of reassurance changes to one more entertained — )
Who... ( he's thinking, figuring out how he wants to ask: ) Who do you think it belongs to? ( he sounds curious, not a good look, but then his tone swaps to a more proud tone. )
what do you mean it's bad it's not murder its.. blushes... hope
of course, his eyes widen momentarily as the other explains the taste — the substance komaeda had playfully smeared on his lips is... blood? his fingers flinch as naegi begins to wipe his hands clean, and he's silent as he thinks about what was said.
if it's blood? why isn't he frightened? why does this make his heart skip a beat again? why does he want to smile even more which is odd as his expression of reassurance changes to one more entertained — )
Who... ( he's thinking, figuring out how he wants to ask: ) Who do you think it belongs to? ( he sounds curious, not a good look, but then his tone swaps to a more proud tone. )
Did you kill someone..?