[ his entry into moon four is always filled with surprises, the kind that dito should be wary when nothing ever goes right inside this room. for midori, he finds that he always has something up his sleeve, but this time, it's just what he has in his hands. it's a normal sized carry on bag that rolls against the floor as he whistles through the hall, enthusiastic in his in what's to come as he thinks about the future. everything has to be planned perfectly, there can be no mistakes, and even this isn't a gamble at all as long as everyone's happy.
there's a wide smile on his face as he bounces from side to side in his steps, and once he stands in front of moon four, the doctor pulls out his keys from out his scarf to unlock the door, and into the somewhat pink room he brings himself into. a deep breath as there's a few lit candles, and air purifiers to remove the stench that dito normally brings in, but he's been good recently. ]
I have a gift for you.
[ he pulls the carry-on bag to his side as he kicks the door shut behind him, and his rattail wags from left to right like an excited dog himself, until it stops, and droops back down behind like normal strands of hair. ]
not that he's been filled with a plethora of any people he likes even remotely being in this room since midori's arrival, but midori definitely takes top tier on the list of people he would love to gut for sport right now.
he's lying on his bed, fully clothed, boots on the bed and all like a heathen. he's also clutching his arms around one pillows of the exorbitant amount that inhabit their room. although they're far too frilly for his tastes now — but he's not too picky, even if he thinks it's tacky. if he were to take a knife and run it clean through, it'd be the same inside as anything else. just like a body. it's a fun thought. and he's enjoying himself, at least until he hears the key turn in the lock and knows that someone out of that group of freaks is about to ruin his day.
— or not.
he raises a brow as he turns over.
his eyes dart toward the bag. ]
Oh, yeah?
[ he sits up, blatant curiosity apparent in his expression even as he raises a brow in suspicion. ]
Why?
[ there's only a handful of things in the world dito actually gives a shit about. this bag matches the size and shape of one of them.
[ it truly is like having a dog in the house, one that rolls in far too much mud, and then walks back into their hone with split-bean foot paw tracks all over the floor. he doesn't mind it, but he needs dito to keep quiet, not talk about him too much, and continue goading others into the doctor's helpful hand. ]
You've been so kind as of late to both me and Maple-chan, so I thought... why not bring you something I recently passed by?
[ he thinks back to the gloves he snapped off his hand and thrown into the furnace, how the fire ripped and melted away the item from his view so it's no longer around. midori did that for a few more items, but, the bag is of importance, and so he'll rid of that too as soon dito looks inside.
the carry on bag is pushed with his foot forward, and his hands push down the bars that help him pull it long. now it's just a rectangular bad sitting in the floor in front of him. it appears to be full of something, but who knows what other than midori who appears all too giddy with the idea of offering it.
he walks around, sits down on top of the carry-on, and crosses his legs with laced fingers against the seat of his lap. his voice charming as he chuckles softly, breathy: ]
Spreading good word works for me, but really... I believe we can work together.
[ Wave, wave. It took...far to long for Sara to manage to track Komeada down, but now that she has, she's! not! letting! him! go! It takes some out of breath jogging, but she's caught him in a hall finally. ]
There you are. [ She leans over, looping one arm through his. ] We're getting lunch, Komeada-san!
( how did he get so unlucky, dodging and weaving, and even at the beginning of the month! no amount of dodging, or chiding from ranger could have prepared him for the way sara accosts him in the hall with her good arm looped around, and his eyes catch the cast before on the other before registering her voice and actual presence. the warmth of her body mixed with a leading desire to drive their partnership to another place causes him to stumble in both footing and words, looking at her as if he's done something wrong.
he feels unsure, confused, and what's this about lunch? with him? )
Chidouin-san...
( komaeda could pull away and drive a wedge between them, and he recalls ranger's words that he can just tell her off, but who is to say sara will listen. even if it's for her own good, and with enough resolution, he attempts even though his wants and desires are different from the needs. he makes sure not to yank or pull when nothing comes from digging his fingers deeper in the metaphorical wound that probably doesn't exist in her eyes. )
It's not safe to do anything with me, ahaha... I might end up getting your neck broken, or maybe impaled with a bone. You have to stay away from me.
( it's one hand that settles on her good arm and a light squeeze the next, it seems he's going about this gently. )
[ It's because she's too stubborn to leave him alone, but too prideful to bring up the situation. Usually Komeada is the one who has to break into Sara's comfort, drag her into weird conversations she'd never knew she could have, but now she's the one who has to intiate. It's difficult, but she's going to try hard! ]
Why would that happen?
[ Tug, tug, he hasn't gotten out of her grip yet. Sara pulls him along, one step and then another. They're going to have lunch, no matter what Komeada thinks might happen. ]
I want to talk, so we're having lunch. What's so complicated about that?
[ It's long after classes have , but of course in a shift of misfortune, Sara had to crash into Midori as she was heading back into her room, dropping a few papers at her feet.
She...really doesn't want to bend over and grab them while Midori was here, so instead she leans back on her heels and crosses her arms. Paper, what paper? ]
[ he's not going to look at her ass, but his hands do raise up as if he's been caught! a playful smile on his face as emerald eyes focus on her, unnerving as they seem to look through her than at her really. his eyes lower to the papers scattered all over the floor, counting how many, before kneeling down.
he has manners for the most part, picking them up one by one, glancing at the information just in case he can learn something good as he helps. you know, being part doll means he can retain information better than most, and that's what he does one by one without appearing nosey.
any good goss on these papers. ]
It's a good thing you didn't trip or I'd think you fell in love with me.
[ it's a joke before she attacks him, or thinks of kicking him with her shoe. either way, he'd be able to catch if anything bad happens. ]
You seem defiant today, is this about your studies?
tell her the answers to the next quiz and she will say 1/4th of a nice thing abt you
[ Shin isn't the only YTTD who can dig his heel into his grave. It doesn't matter if they totally are, she won't admit it! Most of it is just math homework, but there's a telltale terrible doodle in the corner, along with notes about questions to ask Add-chan and some scribbled lunch plans with Nene and Subaru. ]
I've seen too much of you this month to start falling in love with you now. I know you don't even sleep and your hands are super cold...bleh! I'm a perfect student, and I have better taste in guys.
[ Like uh....well she's not going to name any examples it'll be incriminating. ]
[you know, just in case. it's just a smaller cupcake though because he knows yori-chan's the one sara meant and it's being thrown from a distance with his jock arms]
[ he is going to skillfully dodge that because he's part robot, and slip right under subaru's arm so that he can quickly position himself behind him. once he's standing properly, he'll reach out to grab the cupcake from his hand, then he's going to turn it around in order to cake subaru— but it's a fake out, he stops just a little ways away, the cream lightly touching subaru's nose, now he can have a taste as well if he decides to wipe it off.
midori lifts his arm up with the cupcake now behind subaru's head, and he turns around to leave with his treat. ]
( it was a mistake at the start, but accidentally ripping his jacket has posed some problems like it constantly hooking on things that he passes, and the cold breeze seeping through the hole. sometimes when he moves through the crawlspace, dust and debris builds up in the hole, and he has to push it out onto the ground which is sort of gross.
that's why he's in the sewing room now, looking around for any fabric that matches his green attire around the sleeve, and he also needs to sew that one hole in his pocket...
he remembers when he dropped the bomb once, anyway he's digging in a drawer while tossing items behind him onto the floor. maroon doesn't work, glaucous, celadori, and even burlywood doesn't fit the color scheme, and all those are on the floor now...
( at first, he had seemed to come in with purpose. beelining for the fabrics, sorting through them as if he knew exactly what he's looking for.
...
it's only when they start piling up on the floor that maple feels it might be appropriate to intervene, making her way beside him as she peers at whatever poor colour was about to be next on the floor. )
( at hearing his name, komaeda turns his head to look at who's talking to him. a familiar girl that speaks with ranger from time to time, and she's in natsume's class. )
Hello, Maple-san. Can I help you with something?
( does she need this drawer? and yes, he answered a question with a question! )
( evidence brought forth, connections made, and the conclusion is that dito, add and komaeda had all did something fairly stupid. stupid enough that lives were lost, idiotic enough one is pushed into coma, and simple enough that even dito found his way to enjoy the aftermath.
no one can apologize for their mistakes, and the world must feel... emptier.
that's until noah hears tapping of shoes coming behind him, and the jingle of a chain in his direction, and before he can even look to see... a voice comes first. )
Ebalon-kun! ( it comes out happily with a hand raised, arm shifting from side to side to greet the individual. ) I've been looking for you everywhere!
( how can that be when he's bedridden? or maybe that's the part which is a figment of noah's imagination because the mirrors have been odd this time of month, and komaeda has never gotten his way when it comes to dying or even close. is it really komaeda if he's down for the count...? )
[Noah does not currently know that he's tripping absolute balls right now; sure, there's a disconnect between "walked into Komaeda's room to go check on him" and "however the fuck he got into the main school building", but that's all fine, isn't it? His memory hasn't been hazy in a while, but it happens...
He's too unaware to care right now. As far as he knows, none of this is because of a lack of eating and making stupid choices; it's all very, very real.
Spinning on his heel, Noah almost doesn't believe his eyes or his ears for a minute — wasn't Komaeda just bedridden some nebulous amount of time earlier? Does it matter? He's up and walking around now, talking, feeling better presumably—
( unlike ranger where there's a discrepancy in his code, he's not as human as noah is, and so the mind is a frightening concept that can turn against a person. much like hardware starting to malfunction, because the moment his brain decides it then the heart can stop pumping, his body can stop moving; that organ is in control of so much. that's why the world can feel real, but false all at the same time, and the body he wraps around isn't there, but the mind is such a powerful piece of the body and can fill in the gaps. the coolness of komaeda's body, the hand which lifts to pat at mauve locks that slip between white, thin fingers until he's released. )
I've always been alright...
( there's no way he's caught in his bedroom locked away from everyone, there's no way ranger might be trying to kill him every time someone isn't looking — no one knows that, not even komaeda, and so the days are spent blissfully unaware. that makes the world so much warmer, so much nicer to live in where no one is killing, and no one is being killed, and they're all happy because there are no problems presented. )
What's the worst that could happen to me! Nothing!
( there's a smile on his face, gentle and kind. familiar enough that noah knows he's not lying, but why would a hallucination need to lie? )
What about you, have you thought about you lately?
( that's the body reminding itself to take care. )
( amami has gone back to his roots. it is the early afternoon, and he should definitely be in class, and he is not in class, and instead he is in the nurse's office. peeking in a little cautiously at first, as if checking to see if anyone's in, but when he sees midori off to the side trying to separate the shell from the chocolate of his m&m's, it's hard to guess if he's disappointed or relieved.
he'll step the rest of the way inside, at least. )
Hey, Hiyori-san. You look busy.
( is it the shells or the chocolate he likes better? )
[ he's really hard at work with a plate and various m&ms set to one side with the shells at one end, and the chocolate bites on another. this must really be how hard at work he can be, but if amami was closer, he could see how precise he is in peeling them off without making the outer cover crack in pieces. if he wanted to, he could set the chocolate inside back into the shell, and close it back up which may be no different than sweet surgery.
midori doesn't mind getting caught, but it's the way the greeting is phrased that makes him feign a small gasp as he looks up, and there's a visible smile, one that doesn't hide any secrets as he slides his plate to the side out of view. ]
Oh... You caught me! [ he turns officially towards amami in his chair. ] Keep it a secret...! ♩
[ moving along, he decides to voice his concerns. ]
I didn't expect to see you again so soon, is there something plaguing you...?
( or something. it's like, pretty low on the scale of freak behaviour he's witnessing so far in this place, to hiyori's credit. as far as actually concerning things, well... he supposes that there is one. there's a pause, and he kind of weighs whether or not he wants to get into it, but... yeah, okay. it's probably better to clear things up, for his sake if nothing else. he's still feeling kind of awkward about it, and if he's in actually the wrong somehow, it's probably better to figure that out sooner than later. )
Nah, nothing too important. I thought I'd stop by to see if I could borrow some supplies.
( yes, he wants to hoard it in his room. he's that kind of paranoid, but he's sure that with ranger's recommendation, just asking might be a better route compared to trying to steal things under the guy's nose. )
Lucky you were here though — I did have something to ask you about too.
[ Yumemi is a child prodigy. It's laughable that she failed her computer science final, really, given that she's the type of student who gets perfect marks on everything. There's times when she's childish and impulsive, and there's times when she's calm and composed, and who can really tell which one is an honest representation? But without a doubt, Yogen High holds nothing for her in terms of academics, while for the rest of her life she blames it on card readings.
But she likes the people here, and she likes Hiyori. She visits him sometimes, and he's nice enough to her that she continues to visit him (and picks arguments with anyone who so much as implies something negative about him.)
Today is not one of those days. She hasn't gone home in a long time, and she doesn't plan on it. She's not really sure why, there's just the distinct sense that she doesn't need to - like it doesn't matter whether or not she's there.
So she's milling aorund in the common room instead, redoing her card reading over and over despite doing so being sacrilegious. It comes up the same every time. ]
... Hiyori-san.
[ She stops when she sees him, scooping the cards up and tucking the deck away. ]
[ scientists have been trying for years to understand if those sudden recounts of familiar instances come from the temporal lobe which is just the memories that they should recall, and not making it déjà vu. it's more up his alley of expertise from how much asunaro works with this in general, and it's that concept which allows him to have control of the person's issue. if someone gets an inkling that they felt a certain situation before, it could be bad if it's far too soon, but that's their past memories trying to break though. he'll have to pat them on their back and tell them something else so they no longer linger on the feeling, and that way they can avoid any future problems.
and yet, it can be fun, to see what stands out in their clouded memories, sometimes feelings win out. ]
In a place like this seems fitting, I've been here many times, but couldn't tell you what I've done.
[ aside from kill if those fifty plus tallies have anything to say about what makes his favorite activity of yogen to be. which for her, must be the cards that she has, and that interests him enough to understand why she came to that conclusion— she must have gotten that card before, and over, and over, and over.
that's something that just won't do. ]
They say things like... an alternate you have already experienced the situation, and that they've finally fallen asleep so now it passes onto you. [ it's been brought up, and even spoken about on a few reddits and posts from various science majors because the idea is too out there just to pass on, even though it's difficult to prove. ]
If you're into that sort of talk! ☆ Have you rolled the same card too many times?
[ Scientists have tried and tried and stumbled upon several perfectly reasonable explanations, but what good is science when living in purgatory where magic and miracles exist? Well, it's plenty of good, but there's something about it that pulls at her mind in an unpleasant way - it's like an itch at the back of her head, one that she can't scratch no matter how hard she digs her nails in and scrapes them along. ]
Hm... Well, I guess it's possible. I mean, some of the people around this place have just been here forever.
[ She stretches out the word forever in a somewhat childish manner, but she seems to be considering that possibility. Reality is a fragile thing after all, it's like a mirror that shatters the moment one extents their finger out to tap the glass. Fragile and ever changing, yet the future is always within a certain set of parameters for her - a set of cards that will tell her how the day shall be, and before she learned how to read them a simple instinct.
It could be confirmation bias if it weren't so consistent. ]
I always draw the same cards no matter how many times I try... So I start thinking that I've done this before... But I guess that's just from doing it so many times.
[ Repeating the action tricks the mind into believing that it's been repeated at a time before whether or not that's actually the case. ]
[ Her fortune was good today! Good things are going to happen! She'll persevere over triumph, and experience growth, and who knows what else might happen... Either way, it'll be a wonderful, fantastical, excellent day!
Her fortunes are always correct too, and so she's made record profits today~ ♪ Well, record profits for her, she doesn't know what anyone else made.
As someone who's sensitive to such things, Komaeda might understand that there's only good things to be found in this space now! It's a similar sensation tot he library and the science lab, but subtly different - as though only good things can happen in this space.
Her fortunes are serious!
Anyway, she's going to look up from the book she was flipping through to him as he enters. She had been leaning back in it, so there's a loud thump as the legs hit the floor and another as she slams the book down, looking straight at him. ]
Oh... Komaeda-san! You're back!?
[ She's dropping her hands down on the desk in the back, the chair squeaking back as she lifts herself up, still leaning over it, looking at him as though this were the most serious event that's happened in her entire life.
Rumors of his death may or may not have been greatly exaggerated. ]
( appearance wise, he seems fine, even his eyes look particularly better on this day too compared to other days. that must have just been from too much sleeping, so by being able to walk around and enjoy the school's scenery. it's better than looking from a bed and listening to the descriptions given to him, and it seems life is too peaceful when he's not around. )
...How has business been? I heard we got new products in. Dreamcatchers, was it...?
( those sound fun to sell, he thinks, the intricate designs of them webbed together catching dreams. it's fitting that they appeared while he was asleep, making that shipment appear inevitable. that was waiting to happen as long as specific criteria were met, but he won't make his absence that important to have blessed them with new items.
he doesn't have much of a response to the oddity of the room, it feels doused with holy water where all sin is also absent. he doesn't trust it, but he does feel that it's not the same. )
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04/01 — dito
there's a wide smile on his face as he bounces from side to side in his steps, and once he stands in front of moon four, the doctor pulls out his keys from out his scarf to unlock the door, and into the somewhat pink room he brings himself into. a deep breath as there's a few lit candles, and air purifiers to remove the stench that dito normally brings in, but he's been good recently. ]
I have a gift for you.
[ he pulls the carry-on bag to his side as he kicks the door shut behind him, and his rattail wags from left to right like an excited dog himself, until it stops, and droops back down behind like normal strands of hair. ]
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it's his least favorite person ever.
not that he's been filled with a plethora of any people he likes even remotely being in this room since midori's arrival, but midori definitely takes top tier on the list of people he would love to gut for sport right now.
he's lying on his bed, fully clothed, boots on the bed and all like a heathen. he's also clutching his arms around one pillows of the exorbitant amount that inhabit their room. although they're far too frilly for his tastes now — but he's not too picky, even if he thinks it's tacky. if he were to take a knife and run it clean through, it'd be the same inside as anything else. just like a body. it's a fun thought. and he's enjoying himself, at least until he hears the key turn in the lock and knows that someone out of that group of freaks is about to ruin his day.
— or not.
he raises a brow as he turns over.
his eyes dart toward the bag. ]
Oh, yeah?
[ he sits up, blatant curiosity apparent in his expression even as he raises a brow in suspicion. ]
Why?
[ there's only a handful of things in the world dito actually gives a shit about. this bag matches the size and shape of one of them.
but why. ]
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[ it truly is like having a dog in the house, one that rolls in far too much mud, and then walks back into their hone with split-bean foot paw tracks all over the floor. he doesn't mind it, but he needs dito to keep quiet, not talk about him too much, and continue goading others into the doctor's helpful hand. ]
You've been so kind as of late to both me and Maple-chan, so I thought... why not bring you something I recently passed by?
[ he thinks back to the gloves he snapped off his hand and thrown into the furnace, how the fire ripped and melted away the item from his view so it's no longer around. midori did that for a few more items, but, the bag is of importance, and so he'll rid of that too as soon dito looks inside.
the carry on bag is pushed with his foot forward, and his hands push down the bars that help him pull it long. now it's just a rectangular bad sitting in the floor in front of him. it appears to be full of something, but who knows what other than midori who appears all too giddy with the idea of offering it.
he walks around, sits down on top of the carry-on, and crosses his legs with laced fingers against the seat of his lap. his voice charming as he chuckles softly, breathy: ]
Spreading good word works for me, but really... I believe we can work together.
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cw gore imagery but like blanket that warning here ngl
thinkin bout ur ryslig era
cw eye contact cw moon room 4 cw im abt to *** **** ****** *** ***
cw: moon room 4 cw: child body parts trafficking cw: shes out the bag and he in her guts
cw: the legend of dito cw: literally dont read any of this idk what 2 say atp
cw: you just got your hand in the bag, never fumble
komeada- 4/01
[ Wave, wave. It took...far to long for Sara to manage to track Komeada down, but now that she has, she's! not! letting! him! go! It takes some out of breath jogging, but she's caught him in a hall finally. ]
There you are. [ She leans over, looping one arm through his. ] We're getting lunch, Komeada-san!
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he feels unsure, confused, and what's this about lunch? with him? )
Chidouin-san...
( komaeda could pull away and drive a wedge between them, and he recalls ranger's words that he can just tell her off, but who is to say sara will listen. even if it's for her own good, and with enough resolution, he attempts even though his wants and desires are different from the needs. he makes sure not to yank or pull when nothing comes from digging his fingers deeper in the metaphorical wound that probably doesn't exist in her eyes. )
It's not safe to do anything with me, ahaha... I might end up getting your neck broken, or maybe impaled with a bone. You have to stay away from me.
( it's one hand that settles on her good arm and a light squeeze the next, it seems he's going about this gently. )
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Why would that happen?
[ Tug, tug, he hasn't gotten out of her grip yet. Sara pulls him along, one step and then another. They're going to have lunch, no matter what Komeada thinks might happen. ]
I want to talk, so we're having lunch. What's so complicated about that?
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4/06 date 3 what base will midori get to this month
[ It's long after classes have , but of course in a shift of misfortune, Sara had to crash into Midori as she was heading back into her room, dropping a few papers at her feet.
She...really doesn't want to bend over and grab them while Midori was here, so instead she leans back on her heels and crosses her arms. Paper, what paper? ]
Hi.
not the study date... NOT THEIR STUDY DATE
he has manners for the most part, picking them up one by one, glancing at the information just in case he can learn something good as he helps. you know, being part doll means he can retain information better than most, and that's what he does one by one without appearing nosey.
any good goss on these papers. ]
It's a good thing you didn't trip or I'd think you fell in love with me.
[ it's a joke before she attacks him, or thinks of kicking him with her shoe. either way, he'd be able to catch if anything bad happens. ]
You seem defiant today, is this about your studies?
tell her the answers to the next quiz and she will say 1/4th of a nice thing abt you
Those aren't mine.
[ Shin isn't the only YTTD who can dig his heel into his grave. It doesn't matter if they totally are, she won't admit it! Most of it is just math homework, but there's a telltale terrible doodle in the corner, along with notes about questions to ask Add-chan and some scribbled lunch plans with Nene and Subaru. ]
I've seen too much of you this month to start falling in love with you now. I know you don't even sleep and your hands are super cold...bleh! I'm a perfect student, and I have better taste in guys.
[ Like uh....well she's not going to name any examples it'll be incriminating. ]
...But I do need those, so give them back.
4/2, midori, anywhere it doesn't matter because--
[you know, just in case. it's just a smaller cupcake though because he knows yori-chan's the one sara meant and it's being thrown from a distance with his jock arms]
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midori lifts his arm up with the cupcake now behind subaru's head, and he turns around to leave with his treat. ]
Thank you ~ ♡
04/08 — maple
that's why he's in the sewing room now, looking around for any fabric that matches his green attire around the sleeve, and he also needs to sew that one hole in his pocket...
he remembers when he dropped the bomb once, anyway he's digging in a drawer while tossing items behind him onto the floor. maroon doesn't work, glaucous, celadori, and even burlywood doesn't fit the color scheme, and all those are on the floor now...
hopefully he doesn't trip. )
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...
it's only when they start piling up on the floor that maple feels it might be appropriate to intervene, making her way beside him as she peers at whatever poor colour was about to be next on the floor. )
Ah, Nagito, are you looking for something?
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Hello, Maple-san. Can I help you with something?
( does she need this drawer? and yes, he answered a question with a question! )
This isn't useful to me, so you can have it.
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04/16 — noah
no one can apologize for their mistakes, and the world must feel... emptier.
that's until noah hears tapping of shoes coming behind him, and the jingle of a chain in his direction, and before he can even look to see... a voice comes first. )
Ebalon-kun! ( it comes out happily with a hand raised, arm shifting from side to side to greet the individual. ) I've been looking for you everywhere!
( how can that be when he's bedridden? or maybe that's the part which is a figment of noah's imagination because the mirrors have been odd this time of month, and komaeda has never gotten his way when it comes to dying or even close. is it really komaeda if he's down for the count...? )
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He's too unaware to care right now. As far as he knows, none of this is because of a lack of eating and making stupid choices; it's all very, very real.
Spinning on his heel, Noah almost doesn't believe his eyes or his ears for a minute — wasn't Komaeda just bedridden some nebulous amount of time earlier? Does it matter? He's up and walking around now, talking, feeling better presumably—
Noah sprints forward and wraps Komaeda in a hug.]
Hyung! You're alright!
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I've always been alright...
( there's no way he's caught in his bedroom locked away from everyone, there's no way ranger might be trying to kill him every time someone isn't looking — no one knows that, not even komaeda, and so the days are spent blissfully unaware. that makes the world so much warmer, so much nicer to live in where no one is killing, and no one is being killed, and they're all happy because there are no problems presented. )
What's the worst that could happen to me! Nothing!
( there's a smile on his face, gentle and kind. familiar enough that noah knows he's not lying, but why would a hallucination need to lie? )
What about you, have you thought about you lately?
( that's the body reminding itself to take care. )
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04/...25?
he'll step the rest of the way inside, at least. )
Hey, Hiyori-san. You look busy.
( is it the shells or the chocolate he likes better? )
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midori doesn't mind getting caught, but it's the way the greeting is phrased that makes him feign a small gasp as he looks up, and there's a visible smile, one that doesn't hide any secrets as he slides his plate to the side out of view. ]
Oh... You caught me! [ he turns officially towards amami in his chair. ] Keep it a secret...! ♩
[ moving along, he decides to voice his concerns. ]
I didn't expect to see you again so soon, is there something plaguing you...?
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( or something. it's like, pretty low on the scale of freak behaviour he's witnessing so far in this place, to hiyori's credit. as far as actually concerning things, well... he supposes that there is one. there's a pause, and he kind of weighs whether or not he wants to get into it, but... yeah, okay. it's probably better to clear things up, for his sake if nothing else. he's still feeling kind of awkward about it, and if he's in actually the wrong somehow, it's probably better to figure that out sooner than later. )
Nah, nothing too important. I thought I'd stop by to see if I could borrow some supplies.
( yes, he wants to hoard it in his room. he's that kind of paranoid, but he's sure that with ranger's recommendation, just asking might be a better route compared to trying to steal things under the guy's nose. )
Lucky you were here though — I did have something to ask you about too.
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05/10 — midori
But she likes the people here, and she likes Hiyori. She visits him sometimes, and he's nice enough to her that she continues to visit him (and picks arguments with anyone who so much as implies something negative about him.)
Today is not one of those days. She hasn't gone home in a long time, and she doesn't plan on it. She's not really sure why, there's just the distinct sense that she doesn't need to - like it doesn't matter whether or not she's there.
So she's milling aorund in the common room instead, redoing her card reading over and over despite doing so being sacrilegious. It comes up the same every time. ]
... Hiyori-san.
[ She stops when she sees him, scooping the cards up and tucking the deck away. ]
Do you ever get a sense of deja vu?
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[ scientists have been trying for years to understand if those sudden recounts of familiar instances come from the temporal lobe which is just the memories that they should recall, and not making it déjà vu. it's more up his alley of expertise from how much asunaro works with this in general, and it's that concept which allows him to have control of the person's issue. if someone gets an inkling that they felt a certain situation before, it could be bad if it's far too soon, but that's their past memories trying to break though. he'll have to pat them on their back and tell them something else so they no longer linger on the feeling, and that way they can avoid any future problems.
and yet, it can be fun, to see what stands out in their clouded memories, sometimes feelings win out. ]
In a place like this seems fitting, I've been here many times, but couldn't tell you what I've done.
[ aside from kill if those fifty plus tallies have anything to say about what makes his favorite activity of yogen to be. which for her, must be the cards that she has, and that interests him enough to understand why she came to that conclusion— she must have gotten that card before, and over, and over, and over.
that's something that just won't do. ]
They say things like... an alternate you have already experienced the situation, and that they've finally fallen asleep so now it passes onto you. [ it's been brought up, and even spoken about on a few reddits and posts from various science majors because the idea is too out there just to pass on, even though it's difficult to prove. ]
If you're into that sort of talk! ☆ Have you rolled the same card too many times?
soooo sorry for the delay, missions ate me alive
Hm... Well, I guess it's possible. I mean, some of the people around this place have just been here forever.
[ She stretches out the word forever in a somewhat childish manner, but she seems to be considering that possibility. Reality is a fragile thing after all, it's like a mirror that shatters the moment one extents their finger out to tap the glass. Fragile and ever changing, yet the future is always within a certain set of parameters for her - a set of cards that will tell her how the day shall be, and before she learned how to read them a simple instinct.
It could be confirmation bias if it weren't so consistent. ]
I always draw the same cards no matter how many times I try... So I start thinking that I've done this before... But I guess that's just from doing it so many times.
[ Repeating the action tricks the mind into believing that it's been repeated at a time before whether or not that's actually the case. ]
STOPP TAKE UR TIME TF
komaeda — ... whenever he comes back to the student store
Her fortunes are always correct too, and so she's made record profits today~ ♪ Well, record profits for her, she doesn't know what anyone else made.
As someone who's sensitive to such things, Komaeda might understand that there's only good things to be found in this space now! It's a similar sensation tot he library and the science lab, but subtly different - as though only good things can happen in this space.
Her fortunes are serious!
Anyway, she's going to look up from the book she was flipping through to him as he enters. She had been leaning back in it, so there's a loud thump as the legs hit the floor and another as she slams the book down, looking straight at him. ]
Oh... Komaeda-san! You're back!?
[ She's dropping her hands down on the desk in the back, the chair squeaking back as she lifts herself up, still leaning over it, looking at him as though this were the most serious event that's happened in her entire life.
Rumors of his death may or may not have been greatly exaggerated. ]
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( appearance wise, he seems fine, even his eyes look particularly better on this day too compared to other days. that must have just been from too much sleeping, so by being able to walk around and enjoy the school's scenery. it's better than looking from a bed and listening to the descriptions given to him, and it seems life is too peaceful when he's not around. )
...How has business been? I heard we got new products in. Dreamcatchers, was it...?
( those sound fun to sell, he thinks, the intricate designs of them webbed together catching dreams. it's fitting that they appeared while he was asleep, making that shipment appear inevitable. that was waiting to happen as long as specific criteria were met, but he won't make his absence that important to have blessed them with new items.
he doesn't have much of a response to the oddity of the room, it feels doused with holy water where all sin is also absent. he doesn't trust it, but he does feel that it's not the same. )
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