work peasants scavenger hunt time

[commences]

Who: Nagito Komaeda & You
What: Priorities
When: Investigation? Idk, what's this 9/17
Where: First floor, Vending Machine
Warnings: TBA

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( after leaving the nurses' office, komaeda-arata is sent on a mission to fetch muffins from the vending machine. in hand, he has amami's pda which he's supposed to be using to purchase food, but part of him wonder if he even has the merit points considering he rarely attends class. ah, it's probably bad to think about his ultimate that way, so he taps at the screen as he stands in front of the vending machine contemplating his decisions...

until. he notices that amami's little keychain is missing, he didn't think much when he was gifted the pda, but now... that's a little odd — he knows how amami is about npc-kun, so he doubts amami would be the type to lose something so important.

well, time to utilize his good samaritans of the school. )

un: n.komaeda
has anyone seen a keychain with lots of eyes? it belongs to amami-kun, and it's missing off his pda. also clamor-san is missing his pda, he won't make a fuss if you have it, but please return it to ebalon-kun.

Comments

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( "if you think my deduction was correct," and that makes komaeda's heart skip a beat, his fingers holding tightly onto his pda — if he thinks? if he thinks? komaeda can hardly function when it comes to being around an ultimate, and to think he has any right to think differently from the ultimate detective? he's doing his best to not let the pda slip from his hand, but they start to tremble a bit, and it's something he can't control. )

wwwhat dod you meaan to
sdjf
saiahara kun
as the utltimate etective anhthing you say is right
we belieb in yoru rrtalent

( he feels as if his heart is going to explode, he thinks so highly of what the ultimate detective does and thinks, so to engage with him on this matter makes a shudder roll down his back. ah, he's going to...

ah...

ah...

and he's quick to place the other pda on top of his own, covering his text so that he doesn't have to read what was said — if he can get saihara out his mind, then he could calm down. he wonders what expression the other wrote while typing that, and his own fixation makes his face hot, the warm feeling of saliva trickles from the corner of komaeda's mouth as it hits the pda's screen. one drip after the other, a long string of drool just pooling onto it, running along the curve of the device —

...

...

he takes a deep breath, trying to gather his bearings as he parts his mouth, licking at the corner of his mouth to cut off the string of saliva that's drizzled itself on the pda; like art. )

...

( removing the pda to see his once again, he does his best with shaky fingers to delete what he wrote. )