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[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ great.
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. ]
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. ]
A solatium so that you remain a good boy.
[ 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.
[ 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.
Quit saying weird shit.
[ it immediately presses him, hearing terms like "good boy" and such. even if he knows midori means them in an entirely derogatory way, it still makes him bristle. ]
Maple...? — Oh, yeah. That crazy bitch of yours.
[ he mutters idly, remembering. it's not that he likes her and he definitely doesn't like midori, but he also is far too aware that they are both off their goddamn rocker and can probably kill him easier than he can kill them. he knows that neither of them are possibly human. which isn't an issue per se — dito's very accustomed to killing non-humans too, even if he prefers the former. but it's that specific type of person that sits in front of you and looks like a normal human being, like midori's doing right now, that makes him all the more threatening.
not that it affects dito's attitude whatsoever, because only one person could control that, and they're dead. it's people like this that dito just ends up needing to bide his time with.
like joshua.
but all of these people are easier to deal with than five. there is sincerely nobody in any goddamn universe that can top her.
he rolls his eyes, using the palms of his hands to push himself off of the bed with a swing of his own legs in advance. he picks at his ear with a pinky finger, feigning disinterest. ]
Yeah, yeah... You know only people up to something freaky wanna work with me, right? It's 'cause I'm really hard to kill, and I'm really good at killing. I'm not exactly the most kosher guy to work with.
[ not to mention midori has already slighted him. but his eyes flick back to that bag.
he really wants to know what's in it. ]
— And I'm not interested in roadkill, if that's what you brought.
[ it immediately presses him, hearing terms like "good boy" and such. even if he knows midori means them in an entirely derogatory way, it still makes him bristle. ]
Maple...? — Oh, yeah. That crazy bitch of yours.
[ he mutters idly, remembering. it's not that he likes her and he definitely doesn't like midori, but he also is far too aware that they are both off their goddamn rocker and can probably kill him easier than he can kill them. he knows that neither of them are possibly human. which isn't an issue per se — dito's very accustomed to killing non-humans too, even if he prefers the former. but it's that specific type of person that sits in front of you and looks like a normal human being, like midori's doing right now, that makes him all the more threatening.
not that it affects dito's attitude whatsoever, because only one person could control that, and they're dead. it's people like this that dito just ends up needing to bide his time with.
like joshua.
but all of these people are easier to deal with than five. there is sincerely nobody in any goddamn universe that can top her.
he rolls his eyes, using the palms of his hands to push himself off of the bed with a swing of his own legs in advance. he picks at his ear with a pinky finger, feigning disinterest. ]
Yeah, yeah... You know only people up to something freaky wanna work with me, right? It's 'cause I'm really hard to kill, and I'm really good at killing. I'm not exactly the most kosher guy to work with.
[ not to mention midori has already slighted him. but his eyes flick back to that bag.
he really wants to know what's in it. ]
— And I'm not interested in roadkill, if that's what you brought.
I know!
[ that has a tone of but you haven't killed me and that's what makes him useful, and it's because of the collar on dito's neck and midori's self-perseverance that he's here now, sitting like a child ready to propose their project to someone else. he rocks from left then to right, playfully, grinning ear to ear which seems true to what he's trying to convey that he's excited, and also having a good time. ]
You're my roommate, and so we should get along. I know someone useful when I see it.
[ roadkill? how unfortunate. jumping to his feet, his arms open with his palms facing forward. ]
Do tell me, do I seem like the type of guy to distribute roadkill? No, no... you have it all wrong.
[ turning away, he tells dito to hold on one moment as he one hand lifts to show an index finger raised. it's exactly in that one minute as the bag zipper slowly opens, and what peeks out the hope is a vibrant strand of pink hair. he's a little disappointed, frowning because anyone would be able to know that this isn't an uncommon shade, but as the lid opens entirely, he'll see a girl who appears to be sleeping peacefully inside. eyes closed, legs bent with her arms crossed, and the female's head resting against the side of the carry-on without any inhale of exhale through mouth or nose.
completely still. ]
Voilà! Qu'est-ce que tu penses!
[ "what do you think!" is what that means, turning towards dito now to see what expression he may be wearing. if he takes interest, then he'll need a bit more of dito agreeing to the terms of working together, and once midori seems satisfied, then he'll hand over the body. the worst part? midori doesn't know this child is part of their group, and he's only offering her because of how keen dito is to having bodies.
he remembers their first conversation, after all. ]
[ that has a tone of but you haven't killed me and that's what makes him useful, and it's because of the collar on dito's neck and midori's self-perseverance that he's here now, sitting like a child ready to propose their project to someone else. he rocks from left then to right, playfully, grinning ear to ear which seems true to what he's trying to convey that he's excited, and also having a good time. ]
You're my roommate, and so we should get along. I know someone useful when I see it.
[ roadkill? how unfortunate. jumping to his feet, his arms open with his palms facing forward. ]
Do tell me, do I seem like the type of guy to distribute roadkill? No, no... you have it all wrong.
[ turning away, he tells dito to hold on one moment as he one hand lifts to show an index finger raised. it's exactly in that one minute as the bag zipper slowly opens, and what peeks out the hope is a vibrant strand of pink hair. he's a little disappointed, frowning because anyone would be able to know that this isn't an uncommon shade, but as the lid opens entirely, he'll see a girl who appears to be sleeping peacefully inside. eyes closed, legs bent with her arms crossed, and the female's head resting against the side of the carry-on without any inhale of exhale through mouth or nose.
completely still. ]
Voilà! Qu'est-ce que tu penses!
[ "what do you think!" is what that means, turning towards dito now to see what expression he may be wearing. if he takes interest, then he'll need a bit more of dito agreeing to the terms of working together, and once midori seems satisfied, then he'll hand over the body. the worst part? midori doesn't know this child is part of their group, and he's only offering her because of how keen dito is to having bodies.
he remembers their first conversation, after all. ]
[ why does he move like that... dito's eyes narrow as he looks overall so much less impressed than his currently presiding company. he crosses his arms and tilts his head to the side, waiting for this to actually get anywhere. he's almost bored at this point, but still on guard because he doesn't trust this guy as far as he can throw him.
— but all of that gets thrown out of the window when he blinks at seeing the lock of pink hair.
no way... is what he's thinking. the reveal of the body of a very particular classmate of his as soon as midori opens the entirety of the carry-on results in his eyes widening, one of his hands moving to cover his mouth as he can't help grinning. oh, fuck yes.
his hand drops, but he still has the plastered expression of someone who's still far too excited, the corner of his mouth twitching as he takes a few steps forward to confirm this is actually what he's looking at. ]
Is she dead? She's totally dead, right?? Fuck, she's dead! Hahahahaha.... Oh, that's just too good.
— but all of that gets thrown out of the window when he blinks at seeing the lock of pink hair.
no way... is what he's thinking. the reveal of the body of a very particular classmate of his as soon as midori opens the entirety of the carry-on results in his eyes widening, one of his hands moving to cover his mouth as he can't help grinning. oh, fuck yes.
his hand drops, but he still has the plastered expression of someone who's still far too excited, the corner of his mouth twitching as he takes a few steps forward to confirm this is actually what he's looking at. ]
Is she dead? She's totally dead, right?? Fuck, she's dead! Hahahahaha.... Oh, that's just too good.
Hey!
[ 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!
[ 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!
Oh...
[ 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.
[ 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.
( 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. )
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. )
[ 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?
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?
[ that was his fnf girlfriend impression on the boombox bitch. ]
Ahaha... yes. It was such an interesting find, I couldn't just toss it aside.
[ did he remove all human rights from her? he sure did considering she's dead, and there's nothing she can do about it. no words left to say that he's wrong, no please to beg for her life, there's nothing but a serene expression on her face that she's having the sweetest of dreams. perfectly fit for a child who believes in a happier world, and there's even an upturn of her lips into a gentle smile.
he's surprised dito's grin isn't crowned with visible teeth, it'd fit the feral animal characteristic that the other has. ]
So I thought... who could make use of such a specimen...? ♡
[ his words trail off as if he's pondering even though he already knows the answer. with dito's attention on the body in the carry-on, the technician chuckles softly as he kneels down, brushing pink locks from the female's forehead to touch the skin. she's still warm, really, it hasn't been all that much time passed from considering it's early morning.
... ]
Ahaha... yes. It was such an interesting find, I couldn't just toss it aside.
[ did he remove all human rights from her? he sure did considering she's dead, and there's nothing she can do about it. no words left to say that he's wrong, no please to beg for her life, there's nothing but a serene expression on her face that she's having the sweetest of dreams. perfectly fit for a child who believes in a happier world, and there's even an upturn of her lips into a gentle smile.
he's surprised dito's grin isn't crowned with visible teeth, it'd fit the feral animal characteristic that the other has. ]
So I thought... who could make use of such a specimen...? ♡
[ his words trail off as if he's pondering even though he already knows the answer. with dito's attention on the body in the carry-on, the technician chuckles softly as he kneels down, brushing pink locks from the female's forehead to touch the skin. she's still warm, really, it hasn't been all that much time passed from considering it's early morning.
... ]
tell her the answers to the next quiz and she will say 1/4th of a nice thing abt you
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2022-04-08 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Die. ]
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.
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.
[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. ]
Thank you ~ ♡
midori lifts his arm up with the cupcake now behind subaru's head, and he turns around to leave with his treat. ]
Thank you ~ ♡
[ 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?
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?
Oh... well, I guess seeing my ugly face would terrorize you! Then you'd choke on something...
( the gist of being around him, and yet he doesn't want to place sara in harm's way again. reflecting back on the meeting is hard enough, and avoiding her seemed east at first, but to see the cast face to face causes him to have difficulties in thoughts. hope can be born from this, she's taking this much better than he expected, and maybe he thought too less of of her.
he's tugged along with her, and wouldn't it be nice if they had an actual cafeteria. pick and choose from a variety of meals all inside the main area before typing in the pin code before purchasing. )
...It's about Add-kun right, you're ashamed of me too, right? This'll be a short lunch because I already know. I messed up everything he strives for, I... ruined his hope, hurt you.
( that's the sum of it, not too complicated at all. )
( the gist of being around him, and yet he doesn't want to place sara in harm's way again. reflecting back on the meeting is hard enough, and avoiding her seemed east at first, but to see the cast face to face causes him to have difficulties in thoughts. hope can be born from this, she's taking this much better than he expected, and maybe he thought too less of of her.
he's tugged along with her, and wouldn't it be nice if they had an actual cafeteria. pick and choose from a variety of meals all inside the main area before typing in the pin code before purchasing. )
...It's about Add-kun right, you're ashamed of me too, right? This'll be a short lunch because I already know. I messed up everything he strives for, I... ruined his hope, hurt you.
( that's the sum of it, not too complicated at all. )
( 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...
hopefully he doesn't trip. )
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. )
( 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. )
Ah, Nagito, are you looking for something?
...
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?
( 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! )
This isn't useful to me, so you can have it.
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.
Oh, thank you, but I don't need it either.
( is she accepting more fabric he's tossing aside? she'll absently fold it up to set it down on the counter beside them, though she doesn't move to stop him with any others. )
I was wondering what you were looking for. Can I help you find it?
( ... )
You're making a mess.
( is she accepting more fabric he's tossing aside? she'll absently fold it up to set it down on the counter beside them, though she doesn't move to stop him with any others. )
I was wondering what you were looking for. Can I help you find it?
( ... )
You're making a mess.
( oh, what does he need? what does he want...?
he pauses to look around in search for what will make everything better, but his organic hand toys with the hole within his sleeve which is relatively a nice size. )
Something for this... have you seen anything?
( he glances down at the floor before looking back up at her. he doesn't want it. )
he pauses to look around in search for what will make everything better, but his organic hand toys with the hole within his sleeve which is relatively a nice size. )
Something for this... have you seen anything?
( he glances down at the floor before looking back up at her. he doesn't want it. )
( ah! the pieces slot into place easily as soon as his wrist is turned and she can see the tear. it's not small at all, and she feels a little bad for interrupting him if that's what he was hoping to resolve. )
Oh, you need to patch a hole in your hoodie!
( tentatively, she'll hold out a hand, hoping to get a closer look at the damage. )
Here, Nagito, may I see...?
Oh, you need to patch a hole in your hoodie!
( tentatively, she'll hold out a hand, hoping to get a closer look at the damage. )
Here, Nagito, may I see...?
Is it? I'm sorry...
( rather abruptly, her expression falls, a small frown tugging at the corners of her lips. nonetheless, she's determined to help. )
No, no, I'm sure you are, but... You're close to Ranger, right? ( she doesn't wait for an answer. ) I'd like to help you, if that's okay.
( rather abruptly, her expression falls, a small frown tugging at the corners of her lips. nonetheless, she's determined to help. )
No, no, I'm sure you are, but... You're close to Ranger, right? ( she doesn't wait for an answer. ) I'd like to help you, if that's okay.
( he can just never get quite used to it when someone says his name, but his eyes glance to the hole in his sleeve. )
And you're a friend of Add-kun's, aren't you? ...I shouldn't bother his friends.
( because all he does is get them hurt so maybe... )
And you're a friend of Add-kun's, aren't you? ...I shouldn't bother his friends.
( because all he does is get them hurt so maybe... )
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