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[ The sun is still up at 8:08 Steph please ]

You may be small, but it's what's in here that counts, [ she says, reaching out to tap Stephanie lightly on the temple, indicating her poor dementia brain ]

If you work hard and aren't afraid to ask for help, I know you can do it. There's no shame in repeating a year either— graduation isn't a competition, after all.

Do we?

[ Do they really need to talk? The look on her face suggests she'd rather not, but there is nowhere else to go after clubs are over and she leans against the wall by the counselor's office waiting for Hiro to be let free, camped out there so she can death glare anybody who even dares glance her way or think thoughts about her brother in that room. ]

If you're going to insist we talk on the stairs again, I'm going to have to insist we stay on the first floor.

[ Fuck stairs, thank god we're getting an elevator ]

[ Chiaki to Hajun: I bought you two bc I thought you were full of shit and wanted to see for myself

But maybe she's a little desperate... lonely... filling her Izumi shaped void. ]

Huh? No, I'm not free. [ Even though there's no scheduled art club today, sometimes she goes anyways and takes advantage of an emptier and quieter room. Maybe it'll be empty today, she wouldn't know, looking up at Natsume from where she'd slowed to a stop just outside of her classroom. ]

Why? Is this more of a "meet me on the rooftop" thing or a "meet me behind the school building" thing?

[ Is this a Challenge, are they going to FIGHT ]

It isn't? [frowns] The last time, only one girl graduated. Is that not normal?

[y'know, because she doesn't remember. due to the dementia.]

( maybe in normal people terms it's what inside, but komaeda's far too gone to utilize that phrase properly. so while he listens to rokkun, actually listening to him, komaeda's eyes remain settled on him. he's not seeing him for him, almost looking through him in search of something — towards the lattermost words of his conversation, komaeda blinks slowly. )

Yep, it's about that. ( about what, exactly? ) As long as you have hope, everything you do is right. ( he nods, flipping the piece of meat on its other side.

there's a small sigh as he feels a little out of place of what he should say or feel to those words. )

But you shouldn't waste that hope on others who don't deserve it. ( he lifts one hand, pinching at rokkun's nose. ) Liking me, forgiving trash such as myself... that's not hope, instead you're pitying me.

( but to be honest, he doesn't mind that at all. )

( rokkun may be perking up, but that should easily be dismissed as komaeda begins to pull at his jacket's sleeve, pulling his arm out of it as he does with the other. once he's officially pulled it off, he holds it out for the other to take. )

Here, maybe if you take this with you... it's like I'm there.

( everyone knows that the outside isn't open for transfers, but leave it to komaeda, he'll figure something out. it starts with the janitor because he has keys... that's what he thinks. )

After you're done, you know my class, or you can leave it in my locker.

Dogs always like playing with new toys, so I can see why you're excited.

( did he do what you think he just did? and if he did? leave him alone! he was acknowledging how thrilled the other gets, and considering his profession to sports — it makes sense. komaeda, however, isn't too good at them, so he'd rather leave that spotlight to him. )

Is it because of the body in the case?

( he stares down at him as he indulges in his pretzel, and it looks like a perfectly good one actually. well, that's pretty lucky if he says so himself. ) They might have wanted to play too, you should have put a bid in to see.

( what does she see? she sees the two of them, frozen in time, blue eyes following her movement, as she shuffles against the sink awkwardly, testing it out. there's so many questions that form in her head; she still wants to shatter the mirror for good, but she doubts rokkun will let her, so —

instead, she closes her eyes and keeps her fingers pressed against the flat surface. something tells her he won't be able to see what she does — but she wants to make sure, before she drags him to see... something else. )

C'mon, open your eyes and see for yourself. ( if he acts like she's insane, she'll know enough... )

[ Turing looked at that palm, then at Rokkun, and back again. Uh oh, they didn't prepare for this. It didn't help that thanks to their lack of experience, they readily accepted the idea of membership dues for a school club as something they were just unaware of. ]

I'm afraid I don't. What do I need in order to pay these dues?

[Sweadrops.]

F-fingers?! You... you are joking, correct?! [And here he thought the shady requests were done with!]

Whichever one signals romance to YOU. Arisu-shi - our adorable Student Council PresiDENT, that is - tried taking me up to the rooftop ONCE, so I assume the latter is for confesSIONS.

( please..... )

Natsume Sakasaki - your boyfriend for the WEEK. ( c: ! ) Though I suppose if you're not FREE, it can start some other TIME.

( Maya never wants to talk to him, it's so sad... What did he ever do to her... Aside from everything. )

At least I'm not the one who made us talk on the third FLOOR. ( their almost-to-the-roof venture...... ) RegardLESS, we can stay HERE.

( He glances at the door, tilting his head slightly, but won't ask about it right off. )

I realized the last time we spoke I had promised you the identity of the person behind the... bathroom vandaLISM, let's call IT. ( the bomb. ) I just wanted to tell you who it WAS, should you and the student council still be interesTED.

( though his attempt at handing in a glitter bomb for a donation ... probably either gave them reason to suspect him at minimum. )

I guess it would be something different. [ He says, with a shrug -- and of course he needs to execute some air of arrogance: ] It'll be a nice surprise to find out that I'm talented in art, too.

[ Queue hairflip if he had the length for it, but fortunately he's just going to smile and act like he's teasing. ]

Alright, where is it?

Huh? Of course I do. They're much easier to handle than humans, honestly.

[ he watches her fiddle with the toy with interest. it's... a good thing he hasn't tinkered around it himself, he doesn't wanna mess with shit that aren't his ]

I thought that you've met those cats before. They seem to hate the toy a lot, so I thought you traumatized them with that or something.

[Damn it all - he didn't realize he let his sheer indifference in the face of death slip out as he clears his throat, shuffling a little in his seat at the question.]

W-Well, I...Ah, well, I am an older man, you see. Death is more of an inevitability, instead of a horrible outcome.

[He shrugs, as if to say 'it is what it is.']

Of course, it is not a thing I relish in thinking about. But I am not a teenager, believing themselves to be immortal.

[Once he's answered that, he can actually let himself think about the first part of it - and the implications thereof.]

So...I have been - violent, in the past? And that is why I am here?

[ Part of him still didn't know what to do with the doll, but it was what it was. ]

Ah, well...

To be honest, I had ended up finding it on stage in the auditorium, like it was hidden away on purpose. So in a way, yes, but she didn't hand it off personally to me. I suppose she must have thought she didn't need it anymore?

[ Maybe? Probably? Definitely? She (im)patiently lets Leo run his mouth as he eventually gets to his point— which isn't entirely wrong, but it's enough to make Maya frown. Technically she is part of the club. Technically club lasts until 6pm, even if the members decide to leave early. ]

Do I need to be here?

[ She asks, but she's already moving away from the chair and the stands to approach the piano. ]

You still haven't rewritten it yet, correct?

[ She's no composer; she wouldn't be able to help with that aspect. ]

[ Club doors unfortunately don't lock and she laments this fact every day, not her anti-Komaeda barrier. ]

Yeah, I kinda don't. I guess you should... stand in front of the door until they come out? With your nose pressed against it. That'll summon them.

[ Hiro's going to take one look at them and close the door. ]

Hm? Yeah, she had a pretty shitty life. That's the nature of being in student council, though.

[ Want to see ghosts? I'm still waiting for your fingernails. ]

That's...

[ hm ]

The students were a bit competitive.

[ Still not a competition! ]

... So, there's nothing stopping a whole bunch of people from qualifying for graduation if they all work together?

[which is such a pleasant way to refer to what would basically be a bacchanalian slaughter.]

Of course not. The class can graduate even if they don't work together, but helping one another out is often the more favorable course of action. Like I said...

[ Here, have some tea. It's blueberry acai. ]

Don't be afraid to ask for help, and don't forget to give it when you're able to.

( why does hiro hate them, but most importantly his sister who came to check on him? )

What about you, if you happen to follow in her footsteps... She could have also wanted to die? ( no one is like you komaeda, but it's a good thing that no one is. ) Then again, there's no hope in sacrificing without a cause...

( i wanted to take like 14 books, but clamor was against it. )

[she takes the tea, but...]

I can't ever help anybody with that. Not ever. [because she has one tally on her arm, and she doesn't know what she'll do if she learns it wasn't from dying.]

[ Everything he does is right. Yeah. It's that sort of belief he has to keep in his heart, to allow him to keep going no matter what anybody thinks or says.

It's hard to keep in mind when he's getting his nose pinched, but. ]

So?

[ Ugh, his voice comes out nasally, the only reason why he moves out of Komaeda's reach. ]

As long as I have hope, everything I do is right. That includes liking you.

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