Of course — I'd be happy to teach you. Heehee, it's always much more fun to chat with someone while you work, after all.
( and whether it's been said just now, or some time ago, it's something she sounds more than enthusiastic about following through with. so! sewing lessons! maple herself is already half-prepared to continue working on her latest project — a hood that she's slowly sewing onto the back of her original dress, two cat ears attached at the very top. she's got the hood and some spare fabric in her hands, and is only just gathering the thread and needles when she glances back to chiaki for a moment, smiling before she decides better of it and sets the supplies all down for a moment. )
Why don't we prepare some tea too? It's no good to learn on an empty stomach, and the sugar helps you think.
( not her, but you know... you. it can help chiaki. )
( it's a casual greeting, called through the doorway as amami leans against the frame, one hand folded over his chest and the other waving to go along with it. there's an easy smile on his face, )
You're not too busy right now, are you?
( he shouldn't be; class is in session, and amami really should be there right about now. he isn't, but the majority of the student body presumably is. what that promises is a certain amount of privacy that amami can appreciate however, and he's happy to invite himself inside regardless of the other's answer to make himself comfortable in one of the new seats with a cursory look around the room. )
Ahaha! Well, you caught me at the most opportune time! You just missed me remove the hulking mass of a lipoma, it was quite the mess!
[ the white gloves he was wearing is covered in red, and he's slowly stripping his hands of wet gloves to drop into the miniature trashcan by him with the weight of his foot against the switch. it's the heavy thump inside that really brings out how covered in blood the gloves were, and after he smacks his hands together to act as if he's removing any clinging debris.
turning to amami with a sheepish smile. ]
Class not too interesting today?
[ well, he knows that the other constantly skips. ]
( oh, jeez. that's sure... an opening. between the lipoma and the class callout... let's see. that's actually kind of an easy choice for amami. )
Lipoma, huh? Like on those pimple popping shows?
( sounds gross, he doesn't say, but his expression sure does when he watches those bloody gloves drop into the trash. )
If you need time to clean up, I don't mind coming back later...
( he doesn't exactly think he knows the medical sanitation standards out here, and even if he did... isn't exactly looking to clean up biohazards for today anyway. though, even if he offers, it seems more joking than serious — after all, he does linger in the room, eyeing one of the nearby chairs absently as he waits for hiyori to confirm for him. )
Just like that! [ from the expression, he doesn't have to ask if amami gains satisfaction from watching a hulking mass pop. ] Oh, you're fine! There's no need to leave so soon.
[ which must be the answer that amami was searching for, because hiyori turns away to make sure everything is thrown into the trash. next, he'll grab a bottle of lysol to spray into it as well, gotta rid his room of those pesky germs. ]
Nothing's contagious.
[ he promises. if anything is diseases it's the idiocy that manages to snag half of the students here, he really does hate being surrounded by monkeys. at least he's able to remove amami from the monkey category, and enlist him as a pomeranian maybe. ]
Now I have to ask, do you have a pimple to pop for me? [ he's kidding. ]
Sorry to disappoint, but I think I'm probably good for today.
( the tone says he's joking along with hiyori, but you know, it's hard not to wonder: is he one of those freaks who like, makes their partner sit down with them so he can pop their pimples for them or something because it's satisfying? important thoughts running through amami's mind right now, but at least it's probably hard to tell through that smile plastered over his expression. warm, friendly, a little bit perceptive too — at its core though, the expression really is just for show. )
I just had a few questions. Nothing too big, but I wanted to know how those memory therapies you mentioned before might work.
( so the staff and stuco positions have been posted up by now. the call of applications has been posted right up on the bulletin board, and it's not too unusual for amami to be seen looking over them — double checking the criteria, the responsibilities, and application process. well, it isn't as if he lives there or anything, but it certainly looks like he's stopped to consider it more than once.
unfortunately, there's not really so many people who he'd imagine would be too sympathetic to his considerations. most times, if somebody passes by, amami will keep on moving along with his day. today, the poor sap who passes by doesn't happen to be so lucky — unfortunately, it's someone whose opinion amami is actually somewhat interested in. with a glance over his shoulder, he'll wave for attention, easy smile on his expression. )
What do you make of it? I don't suppose you're planning on going for any, are you?
[ In truth, he hadn't expected them to open up additional positions. There were the options for students to switch to being teachers, sure, and one death match for a student council position, but neither of of those seemed to be of much use to anyone. Now, though, there's no shortage. Maybe they've grown tired of their staff members being killed one after another. The transfer students likely seem far more dispensable by now.
Looking over the list, he seems a few that would work well for others. Komaeda seems like he'd do better as a librarian than a shopkeep. Really, he thinks both of the two running could do more good elsewhere. He places his hand in the crook of his elbow, tapping his arm with his index finger. As for him, it's difficult to say what he'd be well suited for. He has all of the knowledge, but relatively little practical experience. On the other hand, no one here seems to know what they're doing, so he'd still be a step up. ]
Hm, I haven't decided yet. Me and Nagito talked about taking over the principal's office, but I dunno if I'm really suited for that.
( "you two sure are close," he doesn't say, because he supposes there's no need to state the obvious. instead what he offers is a knowing smile, something between playful and sheepish, since he's still getting the hang of re-aligning his understandings of the people around him. he's just lucky that komaeda and ranger are two someones who he happens to be a little bit more interested in at the moment. )
Well, I dunno if I'm really such a good fit either, y'know? Not much of a leader or anything...
( which is honest, mind you — for all of his interest, it really is the hesitation that has him sitting here and considering the openings as frequently as he does. his eyes turn to the position postings again, looking over the process. )
But at the same time, I do wonder if it isn't a good idea for us to try.
( a general "us" is what he's going for — the transfer students in general, since the differentiation between the types of students is still fresh in his mind. either way, it's with an almost defeated sounding huff of a sigh that he glances back to ranger again, expectant. you, sir. you should try, is what he means. )
Well, yeah. It's gotta be better than leaving it for somebody around here to pick up, one of their natives that can't stay alive for more than a few months.
[ The Vice Principal had done well enough at surviving most of the year, but even she had only lasted until the turn of the century. The principal was found frozen, two of the Student Council Presidents killed, and he's sure some of the teachers were picked off and replaced without anyone noticing. They all have the same face, so who is going to notice? That's without getting into the nurse going on a permanent vacation. The only two of note that are left are the counselor and gardener.
They can't do any worse, that's for damn sure.
He places a hand on his hip, considering. Amami has never struck him as the type to rush into a leadership role, but that doesn't mean he doesn't meet the qualifications for it. He's not quite the same as Shin, as they're different people with different personalities, but they share the same wasted potential in that department. Leaders aren't born but shaped. Ranger himself, for all of his feelings of inadequacy, was carefully shaped by human hands. ]
You won't learn how to lead properly if you never put yourself into that position... I guess if you've got to, taking up a position here is a good enough way to do it. It's not like you lose anything if you screw up, 'cause these idiots are all just worried about killing each other anyway.
[ There's a small pause as he considers whether or not to add his next statement. This isn't the same Amami that he knew, and he would be remiss to treat him as such, but the same core values that shape his entire being are still there. So it is that after a few seconds of internal debate he adds, ]
Besides, you don't strike me as the type to just wanna be a bystander. You're not gonna change much by rubbernecking, and neither am I.
Yeah... Yeah, you're right about that. Can't say sticking to the status quo seems to be working out for this place.
( natives who can't keep themselves alive, (not that amami blames them for such,) the worst of whom are too desperate and tired and resigned to the way that this place works to institute any tangible change. if anything, that's a difference he can recognize between the two groups in his time here; the natives who accept this place as it is, even if only more or less, and the transfers who reject it wholeheartedly.
but it can't exactly afford to stay the way that it is, can it?
not that reaching that conclusion makes his decision for him. there's still a good deal of hesitation, anxiety bubbling under the surface of his skin as amami considers stepping up into a position like that — a position that people are supposed to look up to, even if whether they actually do or not is something up for debate. he offers a thoughtful hum, something absentminded as he rubs at the side of his neck. )
Pretty sure that coming from someone like me though it's not gonna look too great, with the note I left off on and all. You think that kind of thing is gonna factor into their decision?
( it's not a vote, so he's got that going for him; no doubt that nobody would want to elect the guy who killed their last stuco president into the next stuco position. even so, who's to say the staff appreciated that? mizuki, he has the context, he understands why it's important. the rest of them, though? )
( the guy in charge of the student store... well, obviously that hadn't been the case initially when amami got here, for obvious reasons, but... it's not too late to get to know him now, he doesn't think. he takes his time loitering around the store — checking out the goods, looking completely unfazed by the prices; it's only once the one at the counter seems to take notice of him that he perks up, hand raised to wave back. )
Hey. You're... Komaeda-kun, right?
( there's a spark of interest in his eye — cautious but hopeful, even if he's tentative with how he steps forward. )
Not sure if I ever got the chance to tell you, but I'm glad you seem to have recovered okay.
( of course amami would talk to him, but with a lack of memory? he was better off just ignoring komaeda in general, because it's difficult for the ultimate to calm himself down since he's already red in the face. ultimates acknowledging him is always a ride, but not because he adores him, but because he's a little embarrassed they had to meet like this. komaeda's at work, and while he shouldn't ignore his job to look bad in front of amami... it gives him time to think of what to say. how are you? hello? it's been too long! can i give you anything, a dreamcatcher? a teacup? my body?
he could ask many things, but after registering that he is in fact talking to komaeda, he thinks of something more normal. )
( something softens in his expression, a little bit sheepish as his tension eases and his shoulders fall slack. there's a tilt of his head, and he lets his smile widen into a grin. )
I did. Sorry it took me so long to come around.
( it is something he feels a little bit bad about; it isn't as though ranger hadn't let him know right off the bat who he could trust and involve himself with. who he had known before, through his notes on who could and couldn't be trusted. at the same time though, it felt a bit awkward, and to go along with it, so much had happened right around the very time he had showed up... but waiting so long is a bit embarrassing too now, and amami's scratching the back of his neck at the awareness of that. )
Seemed like you might've been a bit preoccupied. Didn't want to stress you out too much.
( it's awkward to say the least, eyes lingering more than they should on the other as if he's waiting for something to change. he doesn't expect amami to just accept him readily, and he doesn't expect him to think about what stresses komaeda out or not, but he does curl his fingers into his palm before sighing. )
Ahaha... It doesn't matter, I get myself into precarious situations all the time, but I turn out fine!
( an understatement, komaeda's a wreck through and through, but... that's important to note, isn't it? )
That's why... you came back, and even though I waited... there's no need for you to stay around me at all. In this place I've done questionable things that no one wants to forgive me for, ( he doesn't want forgiveness when he promises himself that he'd do it over and over again. ) ...You were even upset with me once at the way I thought.
( he won't say what because it made him a hypocrite, but komaeda has always been that. he doesn't acknowledge it as such. )
Who is to say I won't upset you again? ...Ah, that's why I need you to know that this is your chance, if need be, to ignore the type of person I am. I will always look out for you even if you hate me, but... I don't want you to think you're beholden to meet with me, speak with me...
( he even said not to put his information in that book, but he guesses ranger never listened to him on that matter. )
( ah... that's a little deep, isn't it? there's a part of amami that feels awkward — like he's not entirely sure how to handle that. at the same time, it does put him at ease. moving through the transfer students, and even the general student body at times, it's hard to forget the sense of tension that hangs in the air. the awareness of the choices he'd made, and what he'd sacrificed that wasn't necessarily his to sacrifice. something like this, it's a bit awkward, but no more so than ranger — it carries a similar vibe, and for that, he flashes a grateful smile. )
Hate sounds like a pretty strong word.
( it's sheepish, and there's a huff of a laugh that follows. )
Can't say I'm really in a position to judge you in the first place though. Not that I can promise things being the same as they were before either, but I'm sure you don't mind if I want to figure out what kind of person you are for myself, yeah? Might be a bit early to make a call without doing at least that much.
( the student council meetings, as it has turned out, aren't actually all that informative. don't get him wrong, they're definitely better than nothing — amami's not one to be ungrateful for that. it's just... well... a lot of it really is just school management, huh? exactly the kind of thing he's not too big of a fan of, himself. which isn't to say that he won't do his part, and he isn't shy to speak up where he has his opinions, but at the end of it all... this time, he'll stay seated, watching as today's attendees begin packing up to head out to their next plans. if ishimaru spares him a glance though, amami offers up a wave and a smile, leaning forward to rest his elbows against the table. )
You got a minute, Prez? I know the meeting's wrapped up, but I thought we could catch up on some other things too.
[Ishimaru was glad to have some more familiar faces within the student council meeting! Sure, one of them may have killed the previous president, but he tries not to dwell on that. So far, Amami seems to fit in quite well!
He does indeed look towards Amami while packing his stuff and meets his eyes with a friendly smile.]
Of course. I would be glad to 'shoot the breeze' with you, as they say! But please, there's no need to stand on formality when addressing me. You may think of me as the same Kiyotaka Ishimaru that I have always been!
Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. Guess it just feels kind of different being on the council myself.
( like, that's his boss, kind of. not that amami is all that great at listening to others, but...
well, anyway! he brightens up, waiting for the last of the room to clear out for a moment before he leans back again with an open-handed gesture. )
First things first: how's that tree from before doing? I'm not too worried if you're the one looking after it, but if there's anything you need a hand with, you can let me know.
[Being part of the council does have its own feeling to it. Part of it for Ishimaru is guilt because of the bloodbath he had to survive to earn his seat on the council, but at least now he can feel relief that students are now earning their places on the council through simple voting, the way it always should have been.]
The wisteria tree? It seems to be doing well so far. I have never raised a tree before, but I have been studying the subject and consulting with the gardening club! But I know that this is different from an ordinary wisteria, so I am trying to be careful with it. And I will accept all of the help that I can receive. That, of course, includes you, Amami-kun!
Me, huh? Well I have some notes I put down for myself, but I wouldn't call myself an expert on plant-care or anything like that.
( his isn't a wisteria, for one, and also that "plant food" that he was given is looking a little suspect, so... it does give him a good lead-in though; maybe there's an idea that could benefit the both of them. )
If it's wisteria care though, why not ask the person who's been taking care of the one in the courtyard? Supposedly, Kazuki-san isn't so hard to talk to, and I was actually planning on asking him a few things myself.
[being brought onto the student council is a novel thing, but it also means something else - that there's someone there she's been...avoiding, it's true. she's been avoiding him, at first she told herself because she was focusing on healing. but now it's a while past that, and she can't hide from the truth. she's been avoiding him because she's been nervous about what would happen. how much he would remember. she wanted to be hopeful, and yet what she'd heard said he might not.
so, she had given into impulse, and hid away.
now, it's impossible to avoid him again. she can do her best in a group setting, but being assigned to take some of the older, useless files to the faculty office...well, she's not sure what had been the point of it. regardless, it means they're alone now, after the meeting, and she's feeling for the cabinets, tugging on the handle.
Mr. Amami is my dad; you can just call me Rantarou.
( because, yes, he is the type to say it. and naturally, in japan, there are times when it's not so awkward, but amami knows how western appellations would work, and among those he recognizes a level of formality that isn't entirely necessary. particularly not when, if his progress thus far is to be believed, he'd like to hope that there would be a better relationship between them than that.
ah, well, unless she's decided that she's mad at him after all.
either way however, if she's willing to overcome such a thing to ask for his help, it's the very least he can do to offer it. stepping over, he'll wait a moment for her to adjust to a closer presence before giving a slight tug on the handle himself, continuing on as he does. )
...Helena, actually. There doesn't seem to be that much call for formality in this school.
[how does she address this? how does she reach out, and close this gap, maybe, hopefully - and what if it can't be done? doubt wants to creep in again. again.]
It's...good to see you alive again, Rantarou.
[there. easy enough if he doesn't recall to say she was someone in passing, though her heart twists over just that much.]
Is it? Sounds like it might be a bit more complicated than that.
( he's not so oblivious that he wouldn't notice being avoided, after all — though it isn't as if she doesn't have a reason. in any case, it seems like the cabinet will take a bit more work to get open, so giving it a better tug, he's careful about making sure it doesn't come out to sharply or make too much of a fuss, leaving it open for helena to sort through if she needs.
now that he has an in, however, he isn't about to just leave it at that, instead leaning with his weight against the next cabinet to them. )
Sorry if it's a bit awkward, but... I know you and Kamo-kun, you were pretty close too, right?
( he doesn't continue, but she wouldn't be unreasonable to hold what he did against him, he means to imply. )
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( and whether it's been said just now, or some time ago, it's something she sounds more than enthusiastic about following through with. so! sewing lessons! maple herself is already half-prepared to continue working on her latest project — a hood that she's slowly sewing onto the back of her original dress, two cat ears attached at the very top. she's got the hood and some spare fabric in her hands, and is only just gathering the thread and needles when she glances back to chiaki for a moment, smiling before she decides better of it and sets the supplies all down for a moment. )
Why don't we prepare some tea too? It's no good to learn on an empty stomach, and the sugar helps you think.
( not her, but you know... you. it can help chiaki. )
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( it's a casual greeting, called through the doorway as amami leans against the frame, one hand folded over his chest and the other waving to go along with it. there's an easy smile on his face, )
You're not too busy right now, are you?
( he shouldn't be; class is in session, and amami really should be there right about now. he isn't, but the majority of the student body presumably is. what that promises is a certain amount of privacy that amami can appreciate however, and he's happy to invite himself inside regardless of the other's answer to make himself comfortable in one of the new seats with a cursory look around the room. )
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[ the white gloves he was wearing is covered in red, and he's slowly stripping his hands of wet gloves to drop into the miniature trashcan by him with the weight of his foot against the switch. it's the heavy thump inside that really brings out how covered in blood the gloves were, and after he smacks his hands together to act as if he's removing any clinging debris.
turning to amami with a sheepish smile. ]
Class not too interesting today?
[ well, he knows that the other constantly skips. ]
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Lipoma, huh? Like on those pimple popping shows?
( sounds gross, he doesn't say, but his expression sure does when he watches those bloody gloves drop into the trash. )
If you need time to clean up, I don't mind coming back later...
( he doesn't exactly think he knows the medical sanitation standards out here, and even if he did... isn't exactly looking to clean up biohazards for today anyway. though, even if he offers, it seems more joking than serious — after all, he does linger in the room, eyeing one of the nearby chairs absently as he waits for hiyori to confirm for him. )
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[ which must be the answer that amami was searching for, because hiyori turns away to make sure everything is thrown into the trash. next, he'll grab a bottle of lysol to spray into it as well, gotta rid his room of those pesky germs. ]
Nothing's contagious.
[ he promises. if anything is diseases it's the idiocy that manages to snag half of the students here, he really does hate being surrounded by monkeys. at least he's able to remove amami from the monkey category, and enlist him as a pomeranian maybe. ]
Now I have to ask, do you have a pimple to pop for me? [ he's kidding. ]
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( the tone says he's joking along with hiyori, but you know, it's hard not to wonder: is he one of those freaks who like, makes their partner sit down with them so he can pop their pimples for them or something because it's satisfying? important thoughts running through amami's mind right now, but at least it's probably hard to tell through that smile plastered over his expression. warm, friendly, a little bit perceptive too — at its core though, the expression really is just for show. )
I just had a few questions. Nothing too big, but I wanted to know how those memory therapies you mentioned before might work.
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unfortunately, there's not really so many people who he'd imagine would be too sympathetic to his considerations. most times, if somebody passes by, amami will keep on moving along with his day. today, the poor sap who passes by doesn't happen to be so lucky — unfortunately, it's someone whose opinion amami is actually somewhat interested in. with a glance over his shoulder, he'll wave for attention, easy smile on his expression. )
What do you make of it? I don't suppose you're planning on going for any, are you?
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Looking over the list, he seems a few that would work well for others. Komaeda seems like he'd do better as a librarian than a shopkeep. Really, he thinks both of the two running could do more good elsewhere. He places his hand in the crook of his elbow, tapping his arm with his index finger. As for him, it's difficult to say what he'd be well suited for. He has all of the knowledge, but relatively little practical experience. On the other hand, no one here seems to know what they're doing, so he'd still be a step up. ]
Hm, I haven't decided yet. Me and Nagito talked about taking over the principal's office, but I dunno if I'm really suited for that.
[ He cants his head. ]
What about you?
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( "you two sure are close," he doesn't say, because he supposes there's no need to state the obvious. instead what he offers is a knowing smile, something between playful and sheepish, since he's still getting the hang of re-aligning his understandings of the people around him. he's just lucky that komaeda and ranger are two someones who he happens to be a little bit more interested in at the moment. )
Well, I dunno if I'm really such a good fit either, y'know? Not much of a leader or anything...
( which is honest, mind you — for all of his interest, it really is the hesitation that has him sitting here and considering the openings as frequently as he does. his eyes turn to the position postings again, looking over the process. )
But at the same time, I do wonder if it isn't a good idea for us to try.
( a general "us" is what he's going for — the transfer students in general, since the differentiation between the types of students is still fresh in his mind. either way, it's with an almost defeated sounding huff of a sigh that he glances back to ranger again, expectant. you, sir. you should try, is what he means. )
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[ The Vice Principal had done well enough at surviving most of the year, but even she had only lasted until the turn of the century. The principal was found frozen, two of the Student Council Presidents killed, and he's sure some of the teachers were picked off and replaced without anyone noticing. They all have the same face, so who is going to notice? That's without getting into the nurse going on a permanent vacation. The only two of note that are left are the counselor and gardener.
They can't do any worse, that's for damn sure.
He places a hand on his hip, considering. Amami has never struck him as the type to rush into a leadership role, but that doesn't mean he doesn't meet the qualifications for it. He's not quite the same as Shin, as they're different people with different personalities, but they share the same wasted potential in that department. Leaders aren't born but shaped. Ranger himself, for all of his feelings of inadequacy, was carefully shaped by human hands. ]
You won't learn how to lead properly if you never put yourself into that position... I guess if you've got to, taking up a position here is a good enough way to do it. It's not like you lose anything if you screw up, 'cause these idiots are all just worried about killing each other anyway.
[ There's a small pause as he considers whether or not to add his next statement. This isn't the same Amami that he knew, and he would be remiss to treat him as such, but the same core values that shape his entire being are still there. So it is that after a few seconds of internal debate he adds, ]
Besides, you don't strike me as the type to just wanna be a bystander. You're not gonna change much by rubbernecking, and neither am I.
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( natives who can't keep themselves alive, (not that amami blames them for such,) the worst of whom are too desperate and tired and resigned to the way that this place works to institute any tangible change. if anything, that's a difference he can recognize between the two groups in his time here; the natives who accept this place as it is, even if only more or less, and the transfers who reject it wholeheartedly.
but it can't exactly afford to stay the way that it is, can it?
not that reaching that conclusion makes his decision for him. there's still a good deal of hesitation, anxiety bubbling under the surface of his skin as amami considers stepping up into a position like that — a position that people are supposed to look up to, even if whether they actually do or not is something up for debate. he offers a thoughtful hum, something absentminded as he rubs at the side of his neck. )
Pretty sure that coming from someone like me though it's not gonna look too great, with the note I left off on and all. You think that kind of thing is gonna factor into their decision?
( it's not a vote, so he's got that going for him; no doubt that nobody would want to elect the guy who killed their last stuco president into the next stuco position. even so, who's to say the staff appreciated that? mizuki, he has the context, he understands why it's important. the rest of them, though? )
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Hey. You're... Komaeda-kun, right?
( there's a spark of interest in his eye — cautious but hopeful, even if he's tentative with how he steps forward. )
Not sure if I ever got the chance to tell you, but I'm glad you seem to have recovered okay.
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( of course amami would talk to him, but with a lack of memory? he was better off just ignoring komaeda in general, because it's difficult for the ultimate to calm himself down since he's already red in the face. ultimates acknowledging him is always a ride, but not because he adores him, but because he's a little embarrassed they had to meet like this. komaeda's at work, and while he shouldn't ignore his job to look bad in front of amami... it gives him time to think of what to say. how are you? hello? it's been too long! can i give you anything, a dreamcatcher? a teacup? my body?
he could ask many things, but after registering that he is in fact talking to komaeda, he thinks of something more normal. )
...You made it back safely, I'm glad.
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I did. Sorry it took me so long to come around.
( it is something he feels a little bit bad about; it isn't as though ranger hadn't let him know right off the bat who he could trust and involve himself with. who he had known before, through his notes on who could and couldn't be trusted. at the same time though, it felt a bit awkward, and to go along with it, so much had happened right around the very time he had showed up... but waiting so long is a bit embarrassing too now, and amami's scratching the back of his neck at the awareness of that. )
Seemed like you might've been a bit preoccupied. Didn't want to stress you out too much.
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Ahaha... It doesn't matter, I get myself into precarious situations all the time, but I turn out fine!
( an understatement, komaeda's a wreck through and through, but... that's important to note, isn't it? )
That's why... you came back, and even though I waited... there's no need for you to stay around me at all. In this place I've done questionable things that no one wants to forgive me for, ( he doesn't want forgiveness when he promises himself that he'd do it over and over again. ) ...You were even upset with me once at the way I thought.
( he won't say what because it made him a hypocrite, but komaeda has always been that. he doesn't acknowledge it as such. )
Who is to say I won't upset you again? ...Ah, that's why I need you to know that this is your chance, if need be, to ignore the type of person I am. I will always look out for you even if you hate me, but... I don't want you to think you're beholden to meet with me, speak with me...
( he even said not to put his information in that book, but he guesses ranger never listened to him on that matter. )
I don't regret the events that led you here.
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Hate sounds like a pretty strong word.
( it's sheepish, and there's a huff of a laugh that follows. )
Can't say I'm really in a position to judge you in the first place though. Not that I can promise things being the same as they were before either, but I'm sure you don't mind if I want to figure out what kind of person you are for myself, yeah? Might be a bit early to make a call without doing at least that much.
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You got a minute, Prez? I know the meeting's wrapped up, but I thought we could catch up on some other things too.
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He does indeed look towards Amami while packing his stuff and meets his eyes with a friendly smile.]
Of course. I would be glad to 'shoot the breeze' with you, as they say! But please, there's no need to stand on formality when addressing me. You may think of me as the same Kiyotaka Ishimaru that I have always been!
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( like, that's his boss, kind of. not that amami is all that great at listening to others, but...
well, anyway! he brightens up, waiting for the last of the room to clear out for a moment before he leans back again with an open-handed gesture. )
First things first: how's that tree from before doing? I'm not too worried if you're the one looking after it, but if there's anything you need a hand with, you can let me know.
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The wisteria tree? It seems to be doing well so far. I have never raised a tree before, but I have been studying the subject and consulting with the gardening club! But I know that this is different from an ordinary wisteria, so I am trying to be careful with it. And I will accept all of the help that I can receive. That, of course, includes you, Amami-kun!
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( his isn't a wisteria, for one, and also that "plant food" that he was given is looking a little suspect, so... it does give him a good lead-in though; maybe there's an idea that could benefit the both of them. )
If it's wisteria care though, why not ask the person who's been taking care of the one in the courtyard? Supposedly, Kazuki-san isn't so hard to talk to, and I was actually planning on asking him a few things myself.
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july.
so, she had given into impulse, and hid away.
now, it's impossible to avoid him again. she can do her best in a group setting, but being assigned to take some of the older, useless files to the faculty office...well, she's not sure what had been the point of it. regardless, it means they're alone now, after the meeting, and she's feeling for the cabinets, tugging on the handle.
it's stuck.
damn it.]
...Mr. Amami? Could you please assist me?
[her strength will only ever be so much...]
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( because, yes, he is the type to say it. and naturally, in japan, there are times when it's not so awkward, but amami knows how western appellations would work, and among those he recognizes a level of formality that isn't entirely necessary. particularly not when, if his progress thus far is to be believed, he'd like to hope that there would be a better relationship between them than that.
ah, well, unless she's decided that she's mad at him after all.
either way however, if she's willing to overcome such a thing to ask for his help, it's the very least he can do to offer it. stepping over, he'll wait a moment for her to adjust to a closer presence before giving a slight tug on the handle himself, continuing on as he does. )
Do you prefer "Helena," or "Miss Adams?"
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[how does she address this? how does she reach out, and close this gap, maybe, hopefully - and what if it can't be done? doubt wants to creep in again. again.]
It's...good to see you alive again, Rantarou.
[there. easy enough if he doesn't recall to say she was someone in passing, though her heart twists over just that much.]
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( he's not so oblivious that he wouldn't notice being avoided, after all — though it isn't as if she doesn't have a reason. in any case, it seems like the cabinet will take a bit more work to get open, so giving it a better tug, he's careful about making sure it doesn't come out to sharply or make too much of a fuss, leaving it open for helena to sort through if she needs.
now that he has an in, however, he isn't about to just leave it at that, instead leaning with his weight against the next cabinet to them. )
Sorry if it's a bit awkward, but... I know you and Kamo-kun, you were pretty close too, right?
( he doesn't continue, but she wouldn't be unreasonable to hold what he did against him, he means to imply. )
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my neck took me out
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