( komaeda doesn't think he can sing, believe it or not, he can, anyone can, but that doesn't mean he finds that he's good. it's words that leave from someone's mouth, stitched together meanings, and it'll be drowned out by everything else at the party. there's no need to praise it, or anything he does, especially when it's not even his big day. )
Hm... ( it'd be cheating, he thinks to ask for both when he asked for the participants. he mulls over the idea as he walks over to grab the ball from the cup, lifting it up to the sky so he can pretend the moon is high up above him, close enough to see the tears. )
I'm listening, as you already listened to me.
( with his hand lowering, he uses the same napkin from before to wipe the item clean. slow and steady strokes, nothing out of the ordinary of someone like komaeda who tends to be in his own world. his eyes never seem to be quite here anymore, but he's never been "here" to begin with. empty, lacks the new appeal that rio's eyes would have which makes them see through entirely different lenses. )
Now the verdict is...?
( he looks at rio expectantly, giving him the option to state his answers. there's two, and he could answer with two, or solely do one that makes him comfortable. komaeda finds that he may get both of them all because of rio's desire to learn about each other more. this one seems personal, though, it shows who he feels comfortable around, and for komaeda it was more of a fun fact.
one where, he didn't want people to know about it anyway. it was meant to be a special thing, but it's lost that. he doesn't complain, though, nor does he hate that he did it, but now rio knows. now komaeda can sing him a little tune when he's lost or confused, he can give the saddest song, or one filled with excitement. he doesn't move hearts like kaede's nimble fingers along the piano, but it's all he can offer in those days where rio doesn't want to hear much, but a passing song will soon end into the dead of silence. for just a brief moment, komaeda can be comforting. )
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Hm... ( it'd be cheating, he thinks to ask for both when he asked for the participants. he mulls over the idea as he walks over to grab the ball from the cup, lifting it up to the sky so he can pretend the moon is high up above him, close enough to see the tears. )
I'm listening, as you already listened to me.
( with his hand lowering, he uses the same napkin from before to wipe the item clean. slow and steady strokes, nothing out of the ordinary of someone like komaeda who tends to be in his own world. his eyes never seem to be quite here anymore, but he's never been "here" to begin with. empty, lacks the new appeal that rio's eyes would have which makes them see through entirely different lenses. )
Now the verdict is...?
( he looks at rio expectantly, giving him the option to state his answers. there's two, and he could answer with two, or solely do one that makes him comfortable. komaeda finds that he may get both of them all because of rio's desire to learn about each other more. this one seems personal, though, it shows who he feels comfortable around, and for komaeda it was more of a fun fact.
one where, he didn't want people to know about it anyway. it was meant to be a special thing, but it's lost that. he doesn't complain, though, nor does he hate that he did it, but now rio knows. now komaeda can sing him a little tune when he's lost or confused, he can give the saddest song, or one filled with excitement. he doesn't move hearts like kaede's nimble fingers along the piano, but it's all he can offer in those days where rio doesn't want to hear much, but a passing song will soon end into the dead of silence. for just a brief moment, komaeda can be comforting. )