( she's not going to change her mind about this, now is she? as much as he'd want her to, there's that indignant tone to her as she passes onto what's wrong. )
It's from wear... but it gets caught on various things. I meant to ask someone to fix it, but...
( there's no one to ask when he's trying to keep a low profile. )
( maple's eyes are bright, lit up with a sunlit spring green as a smile spreads across her face. she does get that closer look at his sleeve, but more importantly, she's leaning maybe a little close from that when she turns to look at komaeda instead. )
Anyone special to Ranger is a friend of mine. I'd be happy to help you fix it.
( you can almost hear it in her expectant stare: please please please pleeeeaaaaase let her fix it!! )
( she's well-intentioned, but her actions are too childish for komaeda to feet safe— like a teenage girl who has found something she likes and wants to play with. unlike those who find a stray puppy in a box, and they beg to take care of it, to tend to all its needs, and to watch over it moving forward because the being before them seems helpless enough. komaeda still has his arm pressed against his chest, protecting himself from her worry that might break him if he isn't careful...
it all feels too heavy. )
Yeah... I know you're a friend of Riokun's, but... if there's no thread that matches the color, then there's nothing that can be done.
That's not a problem. Here, you can take a seat and I'll go get it now.
( the colour is the last problem they'll have; something as simple as green will be easy to find here. it's only when there's shades of red included, those are more difficult. shades of orange and yellow, or if they're particularly lucky, clear threads would be the better compromise. with this however, maple only smiles as she takes a step back from nagito, gesturing to a seat she's pulled back from a nearby table for him. )
Don't worry, Nagito. We'll have it fixed in no time.
Are you sure... I really don't have to trouble you.
( maple doesn't have to waste her time with him all because he's familiar with ranger and add— he's like a friend of a friend, but that doesn't make him important. he's better off ignored, unbothered, and keeping a low profile. )
I really am unlucky... I can't even keep my attire safe from little snatches.
Oh, but that's normal. Anything will tear with enough wear. You must like that sweater a lot, right?
( she's never spotted him without it, even in the hallways or the dorms, and so it isn't difficult for her to get a sense of the colour she's looking for when she moves over to the cabinets where spools of every colour thread are kept. it only takes her a moment or so to pick out the shade that she wants to use—a perfect match to komaeda's hoodie—and she's trotting back with a smile on her face. )
Heehee, if anything, I'm lucky that there's something I can help you with.
( that's normal, but komaeda isn't on the normal side of things. he should be lucky to avoid wear and tear, but perhaps there's something greater in store for him from being unable to. he doesn't complain at maple's assessment, instead he fingers the hold of his attire while she talks to him and searches for the specific shade. algae green? underwater coral reef? whatever color that his jacket happens to be, he'll seem satisfied if she comes over with the right one. )
Wouldn't it count as unlucky?
( unless she's always looking for something to do, but he puts in some effort to return to the start of the conversation. )
The jacket is from my former-former high school.
( just memories stitched in his... non ultimate days, those bygone ones that he can't return to. )
Nope! I'm happy that I have a reason to chat with you. Ranger has told me so much, after all.
( idealistic, cynical, reliable—he's a person who contains multitudes, as they would say. easy to talk to, and seemingly quite attached to the idea of luck. it's only natural that maple would be bright-eyed and eager for the chance to learn more about him through her own experience, through a conversation shared between them.
she pulls out a chair as she speaks, settling into it comfortably, though with a perfectly upright posture. setting the thread and needle to side, she rests her hands neatly in her lap. )
Would you mind taking the jacket off for a moment, Nagito? I'm sure that the memories it holds are precious to you, but it will be easier for me to mend if it's not being worn.
( why does everyone call him by his first name? it's jarring, and too overfamiliar, but he stares scrutinizing her by both posture and words. there's not much he has to worry about if her information of him came from ranger— he says the right amount, but nothing that needs to be said for small talk; it keeps komaeda shrouded in mystery mostly.
eyes quick to drop down, assess his own attire, and he sits down next to her while holding out his arm.
he's not taking it off. )
It's just the sleeve, and this way you can make sure it's not too tight.
( and risk stabbing him with the needle? hell yes! )
( maple pauses, meeting his eyes to see how certain nagito may be, and the concern brings a small tilt of her head as she puzzles out why he might not want to. if he isn't comfortable taking it off though, she imagines that he must have a reason.
he seems sure of his choice however, so she pulls her own chair a little closer, and then begins to thread the needle. with that out of the way, she reaches out to roll up his sleeve some in a tentative movement, not wanting to spread the tear, but also wanting to work on the fabric from inside-out. )
Okay, but I'll need you to hold still so that I don't prick you.
Actually, I didn't take you for the type to touch trashy things.
( with how she's a byproduct of someone's time and creativity, and from who, he would have thought she'd have better eyes. can't she see by doing this she's tainting herself, allowing the black ink to coat her hands and stain her fingers? she can't see it like he does, but it's there, and it's building up every time she places her clean fingers against his jacket which causes him to flinch his arm away.
it's a good thing she didn't have the needle inside of the fabric, huh?
he blinks, staring down at his arm.
...why did add have to say he should have let komaeda drop into the void. )
( it sounds thoughtful, like something she's not entirely sure of. it's not that she wants to touch something dirty or defiled, but perhaps there's the chance that it's simply hiding its worth. all it would need, in that case, is a little bit of polish. to be the one to find the hidden value, she thinks that would be nice, but in the case of nagito, it isn't as if his value is exactly hidden.
with one hand, here fingers slip underneath the fabric that needs to be sewn shut, settling to separate the side that the needle will thread through from nagito's skin. it wouldn't do if she pricked him on accident, after all. with the other, she gently pulls the two torn edges together before taking the threaded needle to the top of the tear. )
But Nagito, you're someone who's very precious to Ranger. He's told you, hasn't he?
( there's never a day where ranger doesn't remind komaeda about how much he means to him, and that things would be different if the ultimate wasn't here. he'd say things like he'd be lonely, or no one would understand him, and other problems that would continue all because he didn't have him. at the start, komaeda used to ignore it which was probably wrong, though he finds that it feels comfortable and right when he hears maple mention it again. before, he'd rather ranger find someone else to latch onto and get to know, it was an entire new world for him; yet it was wide, terrifying, and an unknown place when it was just him, and a laptop with crucial data.
komaeda keeps still. )
He cheered up a little more when you and Hiyori-kun appeared, so we all must be in the same boat.
( it's not as if there was much existing precedent for them to get along, after all; it's a pleasant surprise to hear now. she understands though — being in a new environment, alone, with nobody he could consider reliable except for himself... it doesn't sound like a very pleasant situation by any means. regardless, she lets the smile stretch across her lips as she pulls the needle through the last few stitches, ensuring a clean knot to keep it in place as she finishes up. )
I'd like to think that we're becoming good friends now, but I'm glad there was somebody else here for him too, before we got here.
He does fine without me if you mean survival wise. If you didn't know, he likes living.
( everyone likes living, wants to live, but for ranger, it's installed into his system. ranger was born with the need to survive which ignores any other person that tries to talk him out of it.
it's not that he likes it, it's that he needs to, has to. komaeda doesn't judge him because of it, but their way of living idifferent, and ranger would have done what was needed to keep going without making stupid decisions.
he watches her mending. )
You would have arrived to the Ranger that you know.
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It's from wear... but it gets caught on various things. I meant to ask someone to fix it, but...
( there's no one to ask when he's trying to keep a low profile. )
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( maple's eyes are bright, lit up with a sunlit spring green as a smile spreads across her face. she does get that closer look at his sleeve, but more importantly, she's leaning maybe a little close from that when she turns to look at komaeda instead. )
Anyone special to Ranger is a friend of mine. I'd be happy to help you fix it.
( you can almost hear it in her expectant stare: please please please pleeeeaaaaase let her fix it!! )
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it all feels too heavy. )
Yeah... I know you're a friend of Riokun's, but... if there's no thread that matches the color, then there's nothing that can be done.
( he won't budge on that at least. )
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( the colour is the last problem they'll have; something as simple as green will be easy to find here. it's only when there's shades of red included, those are more difficult. shades of orange and yellow, or if they're particularly lucky, clear threads would be the better compromise. with this however, maple only smiles as she takes a step back from nagito, gesturing to a seat she's pulled back from a nearby table for him. )
Don't worry, Nagito. We'll have it fixed in no time.
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( maple doesn't have to waste her time with him all because he's familiar with ranger and add— he's like a friend of a friend, but that doesn't make him important. he's better off ignored, unbothered, and keeping a low profile. )
I really am unlucky... I can't even keep my attire safe from little snatches.
( he's sitting. )
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( she's never spotted him without it, even in the hallways or the dorms, and so it isn't difficult for her to get a sense of the colour she's looking for when she moves over to the cabinets where spools of every colour thread are kept. it only takes her a moment or so to pick out the shade that she wants to use—a perfect match to komaeda's hoodie—and she's trotting back with a smile on her face. )
Heehee, if anything, I'm lucky that there's something I can help you with.
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Wouldn't it count as unlucky?
( unless she's always looking for something to do, but he puts in some effort to return to the start of the conversation. )
The jacket is from my former-former high school.
( just memories stitched in his... non ultimate days, those bygone ones that he can't return to. )
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( idealistic, cynical, reliable—he's a person who contains multitudes, as they would say. easy to talk to, and seemingly quite attached to the idea of luck. it's only natural that maple would be bright-eyed and eager for the chance to learn more about him through her own experience, through a conversation shared between them.
she pulls out a chair as she speaks, settling into it comfortably, though with a perfectly upright posture. setting the thread and needle to side, she rests her hands neatly in her lap. )
Would you mind taking the jacket off for a moment, Nagito? I'm sure that the memories it holds are precious to you, but it will be easier for me to mend if it's not being worn.
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eyes quick to drop down, assess his own attire, and he sits down next to her while holding out his arm.
he's not taking it off. )
It's just the sleeve, and this way you can make sure it's not too tight.
( and risk stabbing him with the needle? hell yes! )
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( maple pauses, meeting his eyes to see how certain nagito may be, and the concern brings a small tilt of her head as she puzzles out why he might not want to. if he isn't comfortable taking it off though, she imagines that he must have a reason.
he seems sure of his choice however, so she pulls her own chair a little closer, and then begins to thread the needle. with that out of the way, she reaches out to roll up his sleeve some in a tentative movement, not wanting to spread the tear, but also wanting to work on the fabric from inside-out. )
Okay, but I'll need you to hold still so that I don't prick you.
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( with how she's a byproduct of someone's time and creativity, and from who, he would have thought she'd have better eyes. can't she see by doing this she's tainting herself, allowing the black ink to coat her hands and stain her fingers? she can't see it like he does, but it's there, and it's building up every time she places her clean fingers against his jacket which causes him to flinch his arm away.
it's a good thing she didn't have the needle inside of the fabric, huh?
he blinks, staring down at his arm.
...why did add have to say he should have let komaeda drop into the void. )
Uhm... yeah, I can hold still.
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( it sounds thoughtful, like something she's not entirely sure of. it's not that she wants to touch something dirty or defiled, but perhaps there's the chance that it's simply hiding its worth. all it would need, in that case, is a little bit of polish. to be the one to find the hidden value, she thinks that would be nice, but in the case of nagito, it isn't as if his value is exactly hidden.
with one hand, here fingers slip underneath the fabric that needs to be sewn shut, settling to separate the side that the needle will thread through from nagito's skin. it wouldn't do if she pricked him on accident, after all. with the other, she gently pulls the two torn edges together before taking the threaded needle to the top of the tear. )
But Nagito, you're someone who's very precious to Ranger. He's told you, hasn't he?
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( there's never a day where ranger doesn't remind komaeda about how much he means to him, and that things would be different if the ultimate wasn't here. he'd say things like he'd be lonely, or no one would understand him, and other problems that would continue all because he didn't have him. at the start, komaeda used to ignore it which was probably wrong, though he finds that it feels comfortable and right when he hears maple mention it again. before, he'd rather ranger find someone else to latch onto and get to know, it was an entire new world for him; yet it was wide, terrifying, and an unknown place when it was just him, and a laptop with crucial data.
komaeda keeps still. )
He cheered up a little more when you and Hiyori-kun appeared, so we all must be in the same boat.
( of ranger's care. )
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( it's not as if there was much existing precedent for them to get along, after all; it's a pleasant surprise to hear now. she understands though — being in a new environment, alone, with nobody he could consider reliable except for himself... it doesn't sound like a very pleasant situation by any means. regardless, she lets the smile stretch across her lips as she pulls the needle through the last few stitches, ensuring a clean knot to keep it in place as she finishes up. )
I'd like to think that we're becoming good friends now, but I'm glad there was somebody else here for him too, before we got here.
( just need to cut the thread. snip snip. )
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( everyone likes living, wants to live, but for ranger, it's installed into his system. ranger was born with the need to survive which ignores any other person that tries to talk him out of it.
it's not that he likes it, it's that he needs to, has to. komaeda doesn't judge him because of it, but their way of living idifferent, and ranger would have done what was needed to keep going without making stupid decisions.
he watches her mending. )
You would have arrived to the Ranger that you know.