[Shin is not in the mood, feeling the crawl of a face he never wanted to see staring at him again down his spine, with Komaeda's own gaze adding to it. The lifted-head look doesn't last long before he rolls and picks himself up, dusting himself off.]
Maybe you'd like to give it a try? Surely you're strong enough, then.
[Pot. Kettle. Komaeda.
Sure enough, there's teal hairs standing out against the green of the beanie, somewhat dry and brittle towards the ends. Shin involuntarily contemplates the remote.]
Ugh... don't remind me.
[The way Komaeda was pulling his mouth up into a smile... hard to say which picture is more disgusting. Probably this one, because it isn't a fiction of someone's imagination.]
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Maybe you'd like to give it a try? Surely you're strong enough, then.
[Pot. Kettle. Komaeda.
Sure enough, there's teal hairs standing out against the green of the beanie, somewhat dry and brittle towards the ends. Shin involuntarily contemplates the remote.]
Ugh... don't remind me.
[The way Komaeda was pulling his mouth up into a smile... hard to say which picture is more disgusting. Probably this one, because it isn't a fiction of someone's imagination.]