That's funny, I think if you met God, you would like him.
( everyone would love komaeda's god, there's nothing he can't do, and there's nothing he wouldn't do for others; he's kind, but cruel. straightforward, but roundabout as well where only so many people can understand him, but never his thoughts. someone full of talent who knows each and every one in existence, to have that much knowledge crammed in his brain, and he feels that both him and rio could have such conversations. that person's hand was the one that komaeda reached out and took, the comfort that's behind it was taught to him, and that could be why komaeda finds some sort of attachment to watch hand is held, and the other ignored.
thinking about that person brings komaeda to wrap his arms around rio tighter, he's not even realizing that he's done it, but when you love hope as much as he does. his body nuzzles into rio's own, not aware of him hiding his face away that no one can see him blush, but it's fine because komaeda's own cheeks are red from the cold, and his thoughts on god in general. he would like that, he thinks, for them to meet, there's something interesting about sharing what you care about to another person, especially if you think the two could get along. rio may not be charmed by his abilities, but the hows and whys of it all, the knowledge they could address, and the ideas they could exchange back to one another.
it sends a warm shiver down his spine, and his hands settle on the small of rio's back, until his eyes slowly open, and not too far off he can see hinata talking with someone. it's his birthday after all, and he doesn't know, but even knowing that they've already acknowledged each other only means a bond can go up from there. )
The God I know wouldn't touch your wish, he'd let your own hopes mold it into something... That'd make it more admirable, but... if you don't want any benevolent being to touch it, I'll give you my hand.
( his aid, this is what this is after all, and he doesn't find himself releasing the other yet as he closes his eyes again. he finds himself relaxing into this, as long as he can do this first then the length doesn't matter, it's like rio has to put up with komaeda's antics, and he likes it better that way. after a few more blinks, he starts to realize how long he's held onto him, how his head is nestled up against rio's, the way the ai is kept in his embrace, and komaeda's quick to let go after, scuffling out his grasp with a forced, but nervous, little laugh.
he's playing the role. )
Ah, sorry... sorry, that was too personal, wasn't it? Hm, if your wish is as bright red as your face, then I'm sure anyone could recognize it.
WHY CANT I CHOOSE LET ME CHOOSE!
( everyone would love komaeda's god, there's nothing he can't do, and there's nothing he wouldn't do for others; he's kind, but cruel. straightforward, but roundabout as well where only so many people can understand him, but never his thoughts. someone full of talent who knows each and every one in existence, to have that much knowledge crammed in his brain, and he feels that both him and rio could have such conversations. that person's hand was the one that komaeda reached out and took, the comfort that's behind it was taught to him, and that could be why komaeda finds some sort of attachment to watch hand is held, and the other ignored.
thinking about that person brings komaeda to wrap his arms around rio tighter, he's not even realizing that he's done it, but when you love hope as much as he does. his body nuzzles into rio's own, not aware of him hiding his face away that no one can see him blush, but it's fine because komaeda's own cheeks are red from the cold, and his thoughts on god in general. he would like that, he thinks, for them to meet, there's something interesting about sharing what you care about to another person, especially if you think the two could get along. rio may not be charmed by his abilities, but the hows and whys of it all, the knowledge they could address, and the ideas they could exchange back to one another.
it sends a warm shiver down his spine, and his hands settle on the small of rio's back, until his eyes slowly open, and not too far off he can see hinata talking with someone. it's his birthday after all, and he doesn't know, but even knowing that they've already acknowledged each other only means a bond can go up from there. )
The God I know wouldn't touch your wish, he'd let your own hopes mold it into something... That'd make it more admirable, but... if you don't want any benevolent being to touch it, I'll give you my hand.
( his aid, this is what this is after all, and he doesn't find himself releasing the other yet as he closes his eyes again. he finds himself relaxing into this, as long as he can do this first then the length doesn't matter, it's like rio has to put up with komaeda's antics, and he likes it better that way. after a few more blinks, he starts to realize how long he's held onto him, how his head is nestled up against rio's, the way the ai is kept in his embrace, and komaeda's quick to let go after, scuffling out his grasp with a forced, but nervous, little laugh.
he's playing the role. )
Ah, sorry... sorry, that was too personal, wasn't it? Hm, if your wish is as bright red as your face, then I'm sure anyone could recognize it.