( not, which he thought shin would be able to deduce from komaeda's appearance, but they're both pale and low temperature, so if he couldn't do it then komaeda shouldn't be able to. he stops though, actually thinking about it for a moment as he continues to pick out the strands of hair one by one, counting them like a person would sheep to lull themselves to sleep. between this color hair and the other picture by the fireplace, komaeda tries to find the similarities, but he can only compare if he's a little closer. )
I guess he wouldn't mind... ( he mumbles, setting the beanie down in his lap as he doesn't look towards shin's direction, and instead down at his prosthetic arm that he proceeds to slowly twist the wrist off. it doesn't hurt him to do so since it's made of only machine, but he wonders what it could have been like if it was his actual arm — twisting it, that is, he only knows about the messy, jagged cuts of a chainsaw. that's neither here nor there. once the arm comes off, he digs into the jacket of his attire, and he pulls out a different hand with claws. after a few twists, it's attached, and he clacks the blades together that sounds off a sharp shing when they touch.
with the beanie in his possession, he looks between the portraits as he walks to stand just a few steps away from shin. )
Which version of you?
( even though one set stares at him like so, and the other doesn't, it's up to shin to choose which "him" comes down, but komaeda doesn't know the full technicalities, so this is said without any intentions to get under his skin. obliviousness rewards many, and maybe it saves shin's sanity. )
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( not, which he thought shin would be able to deduce from komaeda's appearance, but they're both pale and low temperature, so if he couldn't do it then komaeda shouldn't be able to. he stops though, actually thinking about it for a moment as he continues to pick out the strands of hair one by one, counting them like a person would sheep to lull themselves to sleep. between this color hair and the other picture by the fireplace, komaeda tries to find the similarities, but he can only compare if he's a little closer. )
I guess he wouldn't mind... ( he mumbles, setting the beanie down in his lap as he doesn't look towards shin's direction, and instead down at his prosthetic arm that he proceeds to slowly twist the wrist off. it doesn't hurt him to do so since it's made of only machine, but he wonders what it could have been like if it was his actual arm — twisting it, that is, he only knows about the messy, jagged cuts of a chainsaw. that's neither here nor there. once the arm comes off, he digs into the jacket of his attire, and he pulls out a different hand with claws. after a few twists, it's attached, and he clacks the blades together that sounds off a sharp shing when they touch.
with the beanie in his possession, he looks between the portraits as he walks to stand just a few steps away from shin. )
Which version of you?
( even though one set stares at him like so, and the other doesn't, it's up to shin to choose which "him" comes down, but komaeda doesn't know the full technicalities, so this is said without any intentions to get under his skin. obliviousness rewards many, and maybe it saves shin's sanity. )