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[Well, he'll go right in then - and immediately choose the recliner because it is the softest thing he's been able to relax in for weeks. He practically sinks into it. He is never leaving this fucking recliner again.

After his moment of sheer bliss, he comes back to himself and waves away the offer.]

No, but thank you.

[There's a pause, before he clears his throat.]

So...shall we get to it, then?

[Act like he knows exactly what's going on or why he has an appointment in the first place, and fake it til he makes it. Right? Right.]

Edited 2021-05-09 04:14 (UTC)

[ They have until the session's over at 6, so enjoy that recliner. The counselor nods to himself, as if making a mental checkmark for which chair was chosen this session, and pulls another pretzel stick out of the bag, snapping off the tip between his front teeth and chewing slowly.

The awkward pauses is followed by another. He finishes the pretzel. ]

So... What's on your mind today, James?

[ This is how counseling works. You choose the topic. ]

( oh no, not him getting to peak, but luckily the smell doesn't bother him at all. once he's finished getting a good look, he stands up properly as he continues to stare at the locker. it's a little embarrassing, the fact that komaeda stands there at rokkun's locker like he's waiting.

he doesn't think to look down the hall to see if he's coming, and instead he waits five more minutes until he guesses that writing a letter would be the next best thing. so he'll do just that, slipping the contents into his locker after he's done:

i couldn't find you.
i'm not too good at hide and seek, but we can play.
you're it.

and komaeda's walking down the hall opposite of where rokkun came from, and then he turns the corner... )

( that's... sort of simple? don't expect him to be a miracle chef, but he'll look around in the cabinets first for the ingredients he needs. it doesn't take him long to finds two boxes of rice — well, if you can call it rice — given the little imps that's been hopping around, it's unfortunate that one of them is actually filled with plump maggots.

reaching up, komaeda stares at the labels to see that one is more healthier than the other, and he plucks the box that's more rich in nutrients — the maggots, because that's how his luck would have it. bringing the box down onto the counter, he closes the cabinet as he crosses his arms in thought. )

Apparently there's meat that tastes like hope, I haven't tried it, but... It'd be a pretty good substitute for the beef.

( let him find where that's located, or hopefully everyone hasn't devoured it all. )

( IS HE ABOUT TO SLEEP IN THE BATHROOM? ok me when i get on my phone at work because i'm tired. listen, komaeda is going to follow him because come on.... hiro? don't be like that!

hiro can't avoid him that quick, because it doesn't take komaeda long to match the same walking pace as him so that they're side by side — he even goes as far as to raise a hand, resting it on the male's shoulder to get his attention.

he just wants to keep his new friend company!! )

That's fine, I don't want to do anything with blood anyway.

( he can do that perfectly all by himself, instead, he's pushing a desk up to hiro's so that they're partnered up as if they have an assignment to do together. sitting down in the chair, he looks at the other with a smile as if waiting for him to say something, but instead komaeda speaks up first. )

I wanted to see if you could teach me. ( about science, you know. ) Like something that helps people sleep...

( bev!? this is a mistake, but not bev... oh no... crying. you know what, for this thread, komaeda can have the cute, little cat tail with the cheshire that appears in his peripherals. it's actually a good light source for when he's crawling through here anyway, but he might as well hang out here... huh? here he goes, scratching at the tile with his organic hand in an attempt to act like an annoying cat. )

...

( scratch, scratch. )

( god where is he?? he's in 3-b where the evil, legend of zelda spiders are probably. because he was checking if they're all gone... probably not, god that is so scary. as soon as komaeda hears scratching at the door, he's walking over to it so that he can unlock it for her. )

There you are, Lily May... you left me all that time.

( to wherever her humble abode is, but be squats down to her level as he holds out the bag to press against her nose. )

You know... I'm almost out. ( a sigh, slightly disappointed. ) I wonder if I can get more for you, but these are special, huh?

Hm... I do!

( don't get him wrong, he does understand being unwanted and unloved and not having a place in the world, but he knows the sole idea of having these positive relationships mean nothing. short-lived and all. )

I remember loving, because hope remembers me — ow!

( and he closes his eye after getting poked there, flinching as he leans back a little with a laugh. is this his bad luck for understanding how to love someone? who knows. )

About yours... I'm curious if it'll be the type of hope to encourage Sena-kun. ( he's here to wingman! )

( well she got him where she wanted him, because that punch to the guy is enough to make him fall to his knees. wow... did she have to do him like THAT? well, of course, but he doesn't mind it while he has a smile on his face as he wraps his arms around her leg now —

yeah, sorry. )

K — Kudo-san! Amazing, who knew you had such a kn.. knack for this sort of abuse!

( he's proud, but he's not letting her leg go... maybe it's time to kick him? )

( he watches the way her fingers trail along the wall, especially over the lighter coating. he's curious whether they should leave it there or not — well, sometimes areas need a little sprucing up so this could be the same sort of thing. he watches her next move, and while he follows after to attempt and pick up the corner, he stops halfway. )

Is it against the rules to get paint remover?

( sounds like a stretch, but you know, why IS it lighter. probably just old school problems. )

I think it'd be a great way to let the art club shine, they could make something creative here after.

[ Normally, Meng Yao would've spoken to someone to try to gain himself a foothold among these people far earlier than now. However, he didn't trust these people to not consider they weren't part of some large spiritual, but malevolent creature that would make trying to get in their good graces hardly worth it.

All the same, he supposed he wouldn't be able to find unless he did a chat with them himself. Starting with the one...the Nurse. He will come on by, on May 9th, peering his head in. ]

Excuse me? There's something I wanted to discuss with you...something that involves a few other people in this school. I just had some concerns involving them, if you had time to help me with this.

[ He looked a little worried, and filtered in his concern appropriately as he spoke. ]

[ The nurse isn't here on Sunday, so unless it has to be the 9th, we can do after class on the 8th or during the day on the 10th? Either way, she always has time for students in her office, pushing back from the paperwork on her desk to spin her chair around as to give Meng Yao her full attention. ]

Health concerns? I see. Why don't you close the door behind you, and— that little latch right there, to lock the door so nobody can walk in on us.

[ That's as much as she can do for privacy, already getting up to put the tea kettle on, because discussions are made better with a cup of hot tea in your hands. ]

[ ...and walks right into Lily May, nearly stepping on her tail if she hadn't immediately started weaving between his legs and rubbing against his ankles.

Good luck for Rokkun, who hopes Komaeda would get distracted long enough for him to sneak to his own locker and retrieve the letter. ]

[ I just had a mini existential crisis over why rice would come in a box but in Yogen they just come in boxes, that's fine, it's so Rokkun can't see inside and go "umm, your rice is wriggling" ]

What? What does hope even taste like?

[ He laughs a little to himself, digging through the cupboards for ingredients to make the demiglace sauce, which is the more complicated part of the recipe and takes... two hours and 45 minutes according to one recipe I found online, Rokkun's going to starve and go home before this is done, they can't get this done before the end of the day. ]

[ HE'S GOING TO TRY HIS BEST i'm crying, who said they were friends, the last person he agreed to be friends with he was bullied into it

He does stop, at least, when Komaeda's hand falls on his shoulder- he jumps slightly, startled, but doesn't pull away or run or move. He stands there like a statue staring at his feet, waiting for Komaeda to go away like if he just ignores the other guy maybe he'll go away ]

[ No... oh no. He still looks hesitant, but his gaze shifts from the desk to Komaeda to the window back down to the desk, like he's really considering. Never mind being part of the science club, he might as well be part of the nap club because he's a champ at that, never having any problem falling asleep— or seeming to, anyways.

Still... science experiment... blood... sleep... he's asking about IV midazolam or something, isn't he

Hiro can't provide that, but he points out the window to the wisteria tree. ]

[ There's another thunk on the ceiling, more compact and consistent, like when you're the drunk neighbor in an apartment building and your downstairs neighbor is sick of your shit and has to knock on the ceiling with a broom handle to make you shut up, that's what it sounds and feels like.

There's some mumbling downstairs he can't quite make out, followed by a louder scolding voice saying, "Don't even joke about that! You're lucky it's..." before the person calms down and their voice drops below range of hearing again. ]

[ The spiders are... still alive! ::::3c

It's too bad they're all the way up there in the corners out of Lily May's reach, otherwise she would make short work of them. She would do it for treats, maybe, I believe in her ability to scale the walls in exchange for getting to shove her entire head into the treats bag. All she gets is a little bop on the nose, though, which gets her motor going and she rubs the sides of her face against the bag, Komaeda's hands, his knees, hers her hers ]

[ Chiaki breaks into a smile when he cries out, and she shares in his laugh, bolstered despite herself at the thought of being an encouragement to Izumi. ]

Do you really think so? When you've got somebody watching you and looking up to you and expecting so much from you, you've got no choice but to do better, right?

[ Which is... some form of encouragement. ]

[ Ugh, if only she could cut off her own leg-- she makes to pull away when he latches onto her, but second guesses herself because what if she kicks him in the gut and he throws up on her? gross. Instead, she brings her other foot back and presses the tip of her shoe against his throat: either back off, or get your air supply cut off. ]

It's not abuse when you literally asked for it.

It's not against the rules, but you would have to make a solid case for it. Besides, replacing the rules with a mural...

[ Depends on the artist, maybe. Have you seen that Kudo girl's art? Imagine Izumi's portrait greeting you first thing in the morning when you walk into school every day, don't think Chiaki wouldn't immediately commandeer a project like this and make this a reality. ]

These rules aren't harming anybody right now, so we're going to put them back. Come on, lift your side.

( lily may, what in the fuck? he'll sigh, leaning down to pick her up since she seems to be part of the equation now. the plan is to actually stand right here and not leave. it's pretty effective, he thinks, since he has no other place to go at the moment, and keeping her pressed against his chest... )

...!

( he guesses he can explain the plan, and he does so lightly. )

Use your claws when we see him. ( what is komaeda up to? well, rokkun will see if he takes up the offer on the note. )

( i'm tearing up, stop, i hate that the box rice threw you off, but listen that's not komaeda's problem because he's not the one who's going to eat it. )

If the Ultimate Chef was here, you'd have a chance to experience it...

( maybe, if komaeda had it his way then rokkun would have to be lucky to even try. instead, rokkun has to deal with whatever's being made for him, and between them, they already know this could be a disaster in the making. even if someone has faith, it doesn't mean that luck will let this happen without anything going wrong.

hello, no rokkun is going to eat. because what's happening in komaeda's mind if the other is unable to find the ingredients is this. )

( they're both stepping stones for a greater cause? so it's friendship like this! don't tell komaeda though, it's only friendship unless he says so.

they're going to go back to the library, because that's where komaeda's going to reach down and grab hiro's wrist, and he's going to slowly inch him there. you know, it looks kind of weird if he stands there in place and people look at them, and while komaeda doesn't mind that — he doesn't mind being seen dragging him around.

listen, he's even going to pick the closest table to the door so if hiro wanted to make another run for it, he can. )

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