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( annoying, stop touching him like that! it's fine, as akira tries to do his push-up, he's close enough for komaeda to wrap his arms around the male's neck just so he can try and lay on him or something. this is the hell he's chosen, and now he's got to live with komaeda holding onto him, back at school, broad daylight were people can see.

embarrassing )

Fujioka-kun!! You can tell me all your secrets, it's fine!

[ why is Komaeda's arm priced like a piece of junk from the bargain bin that's gotten its price slashed three times

but anyways, yeah, Rokkun is stupid and has no decency, but he at least opens his hands so Komaeda can take his back. ]

...I already know how the story ends.

( i hope that's what npc-kun did so komaeda can get his fucking arm back for cheap!!! )

...Why did you make me speak on it if you knew?

( he sounds a little sad about that, like he didn't have to go through being so longwinded, and now it feels like rokkun's playing around with him. his hands settle onto his lap, and he sighs right after, before his eyes lift up to stare at the light brown. )

Rather, tell me, how does it end.

[ Stoppppppppp

imagine this yelling face but he's also very red and very embarrassed and if he weren't allowed to die he wishes he were dead.

BUT

Komaeda having his arms around Akira's neck means he has no leverage, it means Akira can roll and be on top instead, never mind how this looks in broad daylight where people can see ]

( oh, for the love of god, don't let anyone perceive their existence, because this is too much, and then akira has to live with this out in broad daylight!!

which, komaeda's flipped onto his back, but he keeps his arms tightly wrapped around akira's neck — or well, the mechanical arm is doing most of the work.

being a nuisance? he's actually enjoying himself, which, his fingers dig into akira's shirt... he's not letting go. )

[ They'll trade his arm for $1.99 and a hug ]

I was hoping to hear what you thought, or how you felt.

[ Instead, it was just "this happened" and "then that happened" and Rokkun gives a shrug, because that's how story telling goes and he shouldn't be feeling disappointed ]

In the end... you're falling. And just as you land, you wake up.

( $1.99, a hug, and maybe a whole case of dragonfruit bread, and it's a deal. )

...

( what he thought? what he felt? there's many things he felt, there's a lot of things he thought, but that was him baiting, trying to find what rokkun knows. he knows enough, it seems. at the moment he feels... like he's done something wrong. )

How can you decide that when you never asked for them? My thoughts, my feelings... everything was about you then, not me.

[ Rokkun staring out the window watching this like "..."

while Akira wishes he could set Komaeda on fire, life would be so much easier if he had a different skillset and Komaeda weren't smiling and Akira immediately feels bad for wanting this to stop.

But okay, never mind Komaeda for now. Akira squeezes his eyes shut and tries not to think about lying on top of somebody else while he reaches around behind his own neck to pry Komaeda's fingers apart, he has to stop this first if he has any hope of being free. ]

[ Deal. They're going to ration that bread for breakfast lunch and dinner for the next month ]

Why would you say it's about me?

[ It's Komaeda's story of his summer break adventures, and the only part Rokkun's taken so far is being asked questions of what he thinks. ]

Besides, you never talk to me about your [ non-hope] thoughts and feelings.

( WHY is he everywhere? closes my eyes...

anyway... stop all this moving or he'll throw up blood i swear he will! he can feel the way akira picks at his fingers, and it's not like komaeda has the strongest strength in the world. he allows one finger to come up, and maybe a second. )

I'll let you go if you tell me... it's as simple as that.

( when someone finds out he's not staying on rest like he should be, he'll probably get scolded like he's not an adult man. but here he is, hobbling his way tiredly to the library- to where he remembers seeing haruka last. slumping in a chair, he takes a deep breath, before looking around. )

... Haruka? Are you still here?

HANAKO-KUN--!

( and that's hanako's only warning before nene just slams into him with a hug, possibly knocking them both over? yikes. she doesn't move from where she's holding him, but it's easy to tell she's tearing up. )

What happened? You've been gone for weeks-

( komaeda will be gambling at the vending machine until he's lucky enough for the dragonfruit bread. )

...It was always about you.

( why is he saying that? the fact that komaeda is even here to begin with, it had something to do with him. consciously, komaeda baits, subconsciously... this is how he shows that he cares in a way. on one hand, he feels he should have taken another route, and on the other... he doesn't even know what the other is, because to him, he's incapable of having proper feelings. his thoughts, his feelings, why would rokkun want to hear something he doesn't understand? he's always been told he was inconsiderate, but the times that he does try...

like now, it doesn't work in his favor. )

...If that's how you view me, why did you expect it now?

[ why is he going to throw up blood, stop!!! Akira can't show Komaeda anything with his blood anyways, it had always been Akira's— his blood dripping from his wrist that he'd sliced open himself, his blood that can sew and bind.

He keeps his lips pressed tight and works on that second and third finger, forcing his own hand underneath so Komaeda can't just grab back. npc-kun broke one of Komaeda's fingers so Akira could have a fighting chance ]

[ There is, perhaps expectedly, no answer. No floating books, no slamming doors, nothing to suggest ghost activity. Sidney sits there in the chair for a solid minute, when he feels the thumb of his existing hand feel cold and slightly numb.

Little ghost fingers tugging at his fingernail... ]

( why doesn't he say that so komaeda can get off of him, and then rokkun can stop being "..." like he's thinking about how to kill one of them.

wants to learn about the blood and sew!! wants to learn!!

yeah, komaeda's kind of losing this battle, but because that finger is broken for awhile...he does manage to slip off of akira, and his back on the ground as he looks up at the male finally free. what a shame. )

Ahaha... you're like a five year old, you know?

( oh- hello, sudden chill. still, he manages a small smile, turning towards his hand. )

If that's you, I'm afraid I need that still. Clamor will kill me if I come back injured more. ( he'll cry and lecture him more like, but still. ) ... Should have brought a notebook-

( don't mind him, he's gonna get back up, make his way to the librarian's desk and steal some paper and a pen before hobbling on back. maybe it'll work. )

Can you use this...?

( if not... he has other plans he can use this for. )

[ It's always about him? That doesn't make any sense, but Komaeda is hard to follow sometimes and Rokkun... doesn't really know what to think or prefer. Like that Achilles song that goes
"You crave the applause
Yet hate the attention
Then miss it, your act is a ruse" ]

I can hope, can't I? That someday you'll talk to me.

I'm talking to you now.

( yes, well, the topic was always about him, and that's why komaeda came here today. he feels like they've gotten off topic, that the avenue they're supposed to be walking side by side has a bit of construction work, and so they must take a detour. )

Do you remember, I asked for you to tell me what's on your mind... so you told me to walk you to the exit every day. That never happened. That might have been the "someday," but it's out of our reach.

( because he doubts rokkun is up to do it now, say what's on his mind, how that song of achilles verse sits in his head. ) Do you really know the end of the story I was telling you about?

[ He'd meant to open his arm to catch Nene, but she was always stronger than him, in more ways than one, and he's too lost in thought to do anything but be bowled over, collapsing onto the ground where he sits in stunned silence for a moment, and then reaches around Nene's shoulders to pat her on the head.

There, there... ]

Did you miss me that much? We were only gone for the night.

[ Better than Komaeda who acts four—- but his own behavior isn't any better, Akira knows this with the dirt under his fingernails and probably grass stains on the back of his uniform that he'll have to take home and wash today to get them out. Sighs...

Akira stands, and holds his hand out to Komaeda to pull him up. ]

What are you doing?

( why is his hand out, like is this a joke? he's staring at his hand, unsure, then he looks towards akira like he wants an explanation. sure they probably wrestled on the ground, and komaeda's hand hurts from that, but...

...

he didn't think akira had it in him... )

[ ): only Clamor feeds her fingernails

But she doesn't want to make Clamor into a murderer, so the cold draws back from Sidney's hand and it feels like a cool breeze against his back while he hobbles to the desk and back, like a little ghost girl had followed him instead of staying put.

The pen does lift from his hand this time, though, and just sort of hovers there at little ghost girl height with zero attempt to write anything. ]

Wh-

( nene only barely pulls away, to make sure he's not- not screwing with her or something, before franticly checking for injuries or something. )

You both went missing on the 7th- it's- it's been twenty days.

[ It doesn't feel like talking— communicating— it feels more like speaking at each other and he can't even say it's all on Komaeda. He doesn't talk about his own thoughts either, doesn't have anybody to talk about that stuff with, and even when Komaeda asks, it's hard to tell if he cares.

Even right now, when he's thinking of so much that they're all jumbled in his head, he doesn't know how to voice it, staring down at the skeletons of buildings on his paper. ]

...I'm a child walking through the forest. It's dark, and I'm trying to get home. I come across a cairn, but can't tell which way to follow it... I always choose the wrong direction. At the end of the path is a den, and a— [ ... ] ...There's pain. In my chest, on my side, and I'm running until I'm out of breath. Then the world disappears beneath my feet. And I wake up.

[ He looks up, and over at Komaeda. ]

It's a dream I've been having for the past few nights.

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Just before school starts up again, for haruka even though he can't actually see her.......

HANAKO.... DAY OF HIS RETURN AFTER GOING MISSING

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