[ Well, there's no point in denying it when he's already acted in such a familiar manner. ]
Yes, a little bit, but if you'll give me a little while I'm sure I can sort it out. You aren't the person I knew, but a stranger I happen to know a few things about. You have a different air about you than the Komaeda-kun I remember knowing before.
[ It's no different than how Hiyori has a different air than he might were he older. He is, in ways, more amicable than his older counterpart for having such a desire to appear so. He's a little more arrogant but a little less bitter for still never having had his role stripped from him. But he's no less perfect, nor is he any worse at sizing people up. Even now, it only takes a look and a few words for him to understand a person, with or without memories. He must have a bit more sense too, because he's young enough to don a fluffy ponytail rather than the rattail he would have adopted a year or two later. ]
Does it bother you? My memories are fuzzy, and so I can assure you that I don't remember anything in nature.
[ Which is to say that he's not carrying any of Komaeda's secrets. He's an honest person, but everyone has parts of themselves that they'd rather others not know about. ]
Now, now... I assure you that there's no need to be so defensive... Hm, why don't I say it this way instead? You are my old new friend! ☆ Or perhaps I should say I met you in my dreams? ♡
[ His voice is light and even playful, unbothered by the prospect of being unable to regain what was lost when there are so many better ways of doing so. Komaeda should know that well enough from interacting with their doll. He would know better than any other of their goals and wants, of how they should bive the world the ability to revive the dead and even love long lost.
That said, it's hard to ignore the hands on his hips, and he wonders if there aren't certain parts that he wouldn't mind having again, but it's nothing so deep as placing hopes in reviving a dead relationship. He must have experience with fools who wish for him to remain the same while their stimuli changes, and while the person with them changed in turn. Idiotic indeed - pathetic, even, though he wouldn't use that word so openly. He flashes a cheery smile over his shoulder.
He can't let himself be this distracted. Either way, it should be clear that he's trying to clear away any lingering tension. ]
Please don't worry. My hopes shall be squarely focused on the Komaeda-kun who stands before me.
[ It's the janitor's closet but tbh it's so windy that it's easy to end up in there anyway so that's where they are now!! Those words are ominous. It takes an effort him to remain relaxed, his body showing no signs of the anxiety budding in his heart. Hiyori has always been sensitive to the moods and words of others, and there's a dull ache in his torso that he can't quite shake. It almost comes as a relief hen he's released, though there's a hint of disappointment as well.
He shakes his head as he glances around the room. It's an old school, but everything is in pristine condition. The generators powering it are in perfect condition, perhaps because students have no reason to go about destroying their only power source. ]
No, I haven't... I don't recall being able to access this place.
[ His memories are fuzzy and incomplete, with just little bits and pieces coming back to him, but he's almost certain that this place should be inaccessible. He watches Komaeda with care, as though trying to read his mind. ]
Might I ask what change you're referring to? I'm afraid that I don't understand.
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PUTTING KOS' HANDS ALL OVER HIM
Yes, a little bit, but if you'll give me a little while I'm sure I can sort it out. You aren't the person I knew, but a stranger I happen to know a few things about. You have a different air about you than the Komaeda-kun I remember knowing before.
[ It's no different than how Hiyori has a different air than he might were he older. He is, in ways, more amicable than his older counterpart for having such a desire to appear so. He's a little more arrogant but a little less bitter for still never having had his role stripped from him. But he's no less perfect, nor is he any worse at sizing people up. Even now, it only takes a look and a few words for him to understand a person, with or without memories. He must have a bit more sense too, because he's young enough to don a fluffy ponytail rather than the rattail he would have adopted a year or two later. ]
Does it bother you? My memories are fuzzy, and so I can assure you that I don't remember anything in nature.
[ Which is to say that he's not carrying any of Komaeda's secrets. He's an honest person, but everyone has parts of themselves that they'd rather others not know about. ]
WHY IS HE TOUCHING HIM I'M CRYING
[ His voice is light and even playful, unbothered by the prospect of being unable to regain what was lost when there are so many better ways of doing so. Komaeda should know that well enough from interacting with their doll. He would know better than any other of their goals and wants, of how they should bive the world the ability to revive the dead and even love long lost.
That said, it's hard to ignore the hands on his hips, and he wonders if there aren't certain parts that he wouldn't mind having again, but it's nothing so deep as placing hopes in reviving a dead relationship. He must have experience with fools who wish for him to remain the same while their stimuli changes, and while the person with them changed in turn. Idiotic indeed - pathetic, even, though he wouldn't use that word so openly. He flashes a cheery smile over his shoulder.
He can't let himself be this distracted. Either way, it should be clear that he's trying to clear away any lingering tension. ]
Please don't worry. My hopes shall be squarely focused on the Komaeda-kun who stands before me.
NOT HE OWNS HIM ok true
He shakes his head as he glances around the room. It's an old school, but everything is in pristine condition. The generators powering it are in perfect condition, perhaps because students have no reason to go about destroying their only power source. ]
No, I haven't... I don't recall being able to access this place.
[ His memories are fuzzy and incomplete, with just little bits and pieces coming back to him, but he's almost certain that this place should be inaccessible. He watches Komaeda with care, as though trying to read his mind. ]
Might I ask what change you're referring to? I'm afraid that I don't understand.