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npc contact.3
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[If she's forgotten something important, she'll confront it straight on. She takes a step forward to press the PDA and keys into his hands. Come on, up you get. If he's trying to move out, he needs these. ]
...And you're the upperclassman I owe a bowl of ramen. [ Which won't make any sense, if he doesn't remember their dream adventure, but Sara did say she'd treat him. ] But I'm stuck here, so when you go home, just buy one!
[ She is not offering money, she has none. But he should go eat some anyway, at that restaurant he likes. ]
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[ Huh. Maybe she knew him better than he thought, though he doesn't know what to think about his food preferences (carbs and sweets, mostly) being more memorable than his name. It feels like a long time since he's had ramen— a long time since he's had anything to eat, actually, so that explains part of the nausea even if he doesn't feel particularly hungry. ]
Aren't you the one I owe? I...
[ should have enough in his wallet? maybe. he can stretch things if need be, he's good at that ]
I'll treat you. If you're not busy tonight, or... any other night. Whatever works.
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[ Now she's flustered, tapping her foot and clenching her fists. You don't understand her pain, Narumi! She wants to eat a hot meal she didn't prepare herself!
Weird, that he apparently remembers her but not this pretty straight forward fact. At this point, the idea of being able to leave the school grounds feels strange and foreign, after so many months. ]
Hmph! Look, just treat me by treating yourself? I don't need anything and you haven't eaten all month.
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[ Doesn't Lucifer commandeer the kitchen in the dorms? his hot meals have got to be better than late night street ramen. ]
Okay...
[ Sure. He's going to... not get ramen, because he shouldn't be spending the money on it when there's no cause for eating out, and just pretend that he did.
...
He thumbs open his PDA, morbid curiosity trumping empty promises. ]
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[ Lucifer does, but the appeal of street raman is unmatched. She's a nice rich girl, and she misses going to a restaurant! ]
No, no no! [ She lurches forward to try and snatch the PDA, pawing at Narumi's sleeve. He can't see those messages! ] Stop! It was Komeada's fault, not mine! I had to defeat him!
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Komae— ...what? You beat him up with this?
[ Does it smell like blood... Is there dried blood between the buttons... He lowers the PDA just a little so he can see better. ]
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Should she apologize for going at him so suddenly? Well, she can't get it now...he's taller then her. ]
What, no! Why would I use your PDA for that? [ Does she look like some kind of feral animal? ] If I wanted to beat Komeada up I'd use...er well nevermind. It's not important.
...I just wanted to prove a point about how you can impersonate people on the network.
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...I see.
[ Mmmmm. Okay. Slowly, he lowers that hand with the PDA, thumb still on the sensor and screen lit up to the home page showing just his school info. His grades are slipping... he still isn't caught up with all his make-up quizzes. ]
Were you able to prove your point?
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I proved it...not sure if it mattered. Can you ever win an argument with a guy like that? He went on some rant, so I have no idea.
[ And even so, the allure of getting into arguments online beckons. ]
Are you looking at it? Please don't.
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[ Yeah, he can see that, idly tapping on the screen.
... ... ...
It's just 500 pages of Rokuro and Komaeda flirting with each other. Aha. So Sara was just trying to save him from this. ]
No, I didn't see anything.
[ The PDA get pocketed and he doesn't think he has the strength to read anything more on the forum in this lifetime. ]
Nobody else got ahold of my keys, right? Just you?
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[ cryin we all live humbled by the 500 pages of Rokuro and Komeada flirting being on the PDA system at any given moment. ]
Do I seem dumb? They were in my pocket all month! I didn't even tell anyone I had them. If your classmates want to rob you, they're going to have to pick your locks.
[ All like, twenty of them. She sadly looks down at the array of keys that are not for hobbies. ]
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[ For the first time in what feels like forever, Narumi feels a grin tug at the corner of his lips, which is as unbelievable as what he's hearing. ]
Hikaru won't kill you. Those days are in the past.
[ Past Hikaru, though? better watch your back. ]
Anyways, I wasn't doubting you or anything. I just wanted to be sure... Don't need you getting into trouble just 'cause you're holding onto my stuff.
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Don't laugh? He was totally giving me a dirty look!
[ In between Lucifer and Komeada crashing the toyota carolla into every corner of Narumi's soul. ]
...Trouble... don't let yourself get bullied, senpai.
[ She pauses for a second, staring down at the keys with a thoughtful expression before her eyes widen and she puts a hand to her chest. ]
Wait, I forgot. One person saw me take them, the nurse. She doesn't count though, does she? I got her cookies as an apology.
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Death threats more than bullying, but that's normal... Can I ask what happened? Do you know?
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[ That's a bit...odd? ]
Er...well, what was the last thing you remember before waking up, senpai? I can start there. I know the gist, but the first time I saw you, you were pretty close to death. I wasn't even the one who found you, you can thank Sou for that?
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...I remember walking the halls after dark with Clamor. Talking about this and that... school, mostly. And then...
[ He closes his eyes, takes a moment, and opens them again. It still feels unreal, and the detachment makes it easy. ]
It was hot, and cold, at the same time. I couldn't move or breathe or see... sinking... floating too... I remember thinking this is where I would die, and hoping Clamor would make it quick.
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[ The next part is hard to explain, Sara barely understands magic herself. She puts her hands together in front of her trying to visualize what Clamor had described a month ago. ]
There was a spell in Clamor's notebook about separating a soul from a body. That student he...he lured you somewhere and- [ She pulls her hands apart suddenly. ] - ripped it out. Ripped it apart like...I'm not sure. Do you remember the shopkeeper at all? I think they got hit by some of it.
[ She knows its out now, but did that make Narumi and npckun siblings of a sort? A new Arata... ]
But your body wasn't dead! It just didn't have a soul in it, and Sou was investigating and he found you! There's a whole post of him freaking out on the network about it...I've almost never seen him so scared about anything. But him, and Lucifer, and I came later... [ And stole everything in Narumi's pockets. ] They got your body stable with more magic. So I took you to Akira-san's room and we eventually got enough of your soul back you woke up...
[ She'd said a lot, but she falls silent now, pressing her hands together while she looks up at Narumi. It's a quite fantastical story, full of magic and soul swapping. She wouldn't be suprised if he didn't believe her. ]
I'm...glad you're back now. Really. I know I don't remember you, but I didn't want you to die.
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...I'm lucky Sou and the rest of you were there, huh? That'd be a first.
[ There's that idle rub of his wrist again, but then he pulls his hand away and runs it though his hair instead. Don't... ]
So... what am I? "Enough"? Torn apart and... [ he brings his hands together as if squashing something in between his palms, the visual representation of how he imagines they put him back together ]
I'm not all here.
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[ It's supposed to be a joke, but it falls flat. ]
I don't know... Do you not feel all here?
[ She thought they got enough, they got a lot of really important things. A hospital, a dog, a lonely apartment. Narumi's dream was distressing, but the idea that there might have been more, something precious or horrible that they'd lost by not looking hard enough makes her heart feel cold. ]
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...I don't know. It's hard to tell the difference between now and before. Not feeling present, or... or real. The feeling that something is missing, but you don't know what it is. A hole that leaves you empty inside.
[ The feeling of being broken
A boy who lived alone in a rough neighborhood, who had lost his mother and a cherished pet, whose heart predominately featured two places: a home in which he did not feel safe, and a hospital in which he had all control signed away for him.
If there was anything more to him than that, he wouldn't know. ]
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[ It's hard to find the words to respond to it. Sara pauses, looking Narumi up and down. It's the sort of sentence that deserves a hug but Sara isn't sure Narumi would like being touched. She sticks to just reaching her hand out for a handshake. ]
Akira-san vanished so... if you ever want to use his room again, Narumi, I don't think anyone would mind.
[ If there's a hole, then it can't be filled by sitting around alone. If you don't feel real, then maybe being around others will help. ]
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Akira, huh... [ huh...
He passes the PDA back to Sara, like this is what she's asking for. ]
Thanks, Sara, but I don't want to be on campus any more than I need to. I've already told Hikaru I'd take them too, so they don't have to live at home either.
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She opens it and types something anyway.
@ n.komeada i have something to tell you we should hang out.
Closes PDA. ]
Oh, thats fun! I hope you two have a nice time! [ She's innocent. ]
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komaeda marking a date on his calendar, he's thinking... 12/3 would be a nice day to accost him. )
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Narumi gives her a weird look at the typing, but he doesn't immediately open the PDA to read— that feels kind of weird, like somebody handing him a letter but not being sure whether he's supposed to read it now or when he's alone. ]
Thanks... It'll be nice having somebody else there, and Hikaru's tough, so they'll be fine around me.