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[adsum]

Aniki would make sure of it.

[ Big brothers are capable of anything. They would move heaven and earth to make the impossible happen, if that's what they had to do. That's their guarantee. ]

You don't have faith?

[commences]

My thoughts... on the matter?

( nothing extravagant, just what they already know. faith and hope are two different things, and komaeda is sometimes his own god. )

An Essay on Man... I find that specific piece quite interesting, but... An Essay on Arata Keigo-kun, are you willing to tell me your poem?

[adsum]

Huh? I don't have a poem.

[ They barely even have a life's story, cut short as it was. ]

[commences]

( komaeda's a symbolic on that essay, and now we will build one for npckun. besides, komaeda likes reading, so maybe this will help him see through the other's lens. )

It's time for poetry class, so start... how does your life go?

( contemplating his emotions between arata-kun and p-kun right now. )

[adsum]

Mm... I was born late November, and my mama and sister left, so I grew up with Aniki and dad. Then Aniki died, and dad stopped coming home one day, and then I...

[ ... ]

And now I'm here. The end.

[ something something selling cocaine on the streets, something something pact with God, it isn't an impressive life ]

[commences]

That's not a essay at all, that's you avoiding everything again.

( he's thinking about leaving AGAIN, npckun can probably tell because komaeda's vaguely looking at the door like it's past his curfew. )

Late November... I'll think on that.

[adsum]

I'm not avoiding everything... I gave you all the important parts. November is just the setting— that isn't an important part.

[ Maybe the problem here is that Komaeda doesn't know a good story when he hears one /: ]

[commences]

( that story had nothing going for it!!! it needs more finesse! please, komaeda has a better story. )

Then you're avoiding something?

[adsum]

[ Their life has nothing going for it!!!! leave them alone!!!! ]

I'm not! I'd like to hear you do a better job with your story!

[commences]

Oh... you know trash like me, kicked by everyone, thrown away, cast out to sea where I pollute everything with my presence caught onto the creatures that swam past, thought I knew company, but I'm always alone.

( like that? )

I sink deeper, and deeper into the ocean, the world is dark... I reach out for the light, because that's all I recognize.

[adsum]

[ ... ]

That's not fair. You're better at poetry than I am. Make mine sound pretty.

[ They can both have pathetic lives. But somehow, when Komaeda talks about it, his at least sounds deep and profound somehow. ]

[commences]

I read a lot of books, haven't you been studying! Do you remember The Pillow Talk, that'll help with everything.

( it's halloween night, and this is what they're going to do? make poetry? )

Let's start with the middle of your life, how old are you, P-kun?

[adsum]

[ What better day to learn poetry?

Anyways, this feels more towards the end than the middle— and even if they were to survive the school year, "middle" is cutting their life pretty short as it is. ]

...old enough to legally work.

[ ... ]

By the end of next month.

[ 15 this year, according to my timeline ]

[commences]

Oh? You turn one year older next month? What day.

( well, there's always another day to learn poetry because now they have his attention on this. they may be growing up, but isn't birthdays something he shouldn't miss, and so he stares at npckun as if waiting for them to tell which day because he's not talking about poetry. )

...P-kun, what sort of poem would you want to be? If you could be any one, a genre? One already in mind? Anything.

( wait, i lied, it is poetry time. )

[adsum]

[ What do days matter when there was nobody to celebrate them after Aniki died? It was just some weeks after his, in the month of November. Doesn't matter. ]

...A blackout poem... maybe?

[ Taking something and hiding things, twisting meaning to suit your own needs. ]

[commences]

( ok! don't tell komaeda when they were born! leave komaeda out! then he'll kill himself for missing it!!! i'll do it. )

...Alright. Do you have the time, we can make one for you right now.

( while npckun has been clinging onto komaeda, he finally frees himself so that he can stand up properly. his eyes looking off to the side, dead as always even though the smile he wears seems to be gentle? is he back to being in high-spirits, or is this just a personality he's wearing for the moment? walking to the exit of the room, he leans up against it while waiting for the other to retrieve what we need. )

Black and white paper, black and white colored pencils... ah... how unsightly...

( he mumbles to himself, but he manages to shake that off. )

[adsum]

[ What good is him knowing!! don't perceive them ]

What are you talking about...?

[ They straighten up too, and... clicks thread from start... where the fuck are they, they're in the dorm room and npckun doesn't actually want to ruin a book and there's very little other choice in this room besides Amami's homework so sorry, we're sacrificing one of his essays for the sake of expressing one's life. ]