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I know? I don't think I do.

( compromise, because komaeda's going to pick it up from off the floor before standing up properly himself. )

Rokkun, you should be a little more straightforward when you ask for things! Come on...

( ......this is so funny )

Little Bug, THEN. How's THAT?

( Bingoooooo. )

I thought you might refuse ME. ( He's not hurt over it or anything though, giving her a small shrug. ) It was just an offer from one friend to anoTHER.

( And despite everything, he's still pressing that narrative. Humans eventually accept the labels given to them. )

I'll take it as a compliment THOUGH. ( Even if most of the audacious people are people he can't stand. ) My brand of audacity is what allows me to keep speaking with YOU, after ALL, and I don't think you dislike it as much as you try to pretend you DO.

[ He grins, because it's a sight not a lot of people get to see, especially in the city or a town with lots of lights— here in the school, it's only the wisteria tree that provides light outside, and even then the light is so dim that it barely casts shadow. It's like the painted world, except dying is a lot more real here than back where they came from. ]

The moon's going to be full in about a week. You'll come watch it with me then, won't you?

No good! You gotta call me by my full, proper name: Miss Assassin Bug.

[ Me, constantly clicking thread from start: what was this thread even about

He scrunches his nose because it's still a bit raw, but takes his ball back with a thanks and he's going to go out and murder with it, thank you ]

( WHAT THE HELL STOP JUST GO TO PRACTICE AND BE A GOOD BOY )

( sighing as i update his cr chart )

You're a hard girl to PLEASE. ( But she's cute. ) Now then, Miss Assassin Bug, would you tell me what you have to prepare for our date WEEK, or is it to be a surPRISE?

[ Senpai... old man... Instead of humoring his questions, the cultists pitch in and buy him some canned coffee from the vending machines. What does he like? caramel latte? unsweetened nitro? he gets two of each, drink this and don't worry about membership dues, if he's in the club it's been taken care of ]

Oh...

[ He deflates a little, coming back to reality that is of course Nanami didn't come to play games, nobody ever approaches somebody else unless they need something from them. ]

What about it? Is it broken?

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The others involved? No, they're no longer here.

[ His first time was very thorough, thanks. ]

[ "just me" uh huh

Akira doesn't look too sure, maybe because Komaeda hadn't heard what he just said about not being here to cook, but then the glass breaks in Komaeda's hands and his shoulders jolt again in surprise, too late to stop the glass from clattering onto the ground and the blood from dripping down Komaeda's wrist onto the bed of bay leaves that have conveniently covered the ground to catch the blood and prevent them from going to void school. ]

Uh—-! Hold still!

[ He rises and grabs some napkins off the stack on the counter, returning to press them against Komaeda's hands and force his fingers into a fist to hold them there before backing off. ... Finds an empty jar and starts collecting bloody bay leaves in it. ]

[ She makes this face at him, but... really... who else goes out of their way to speak with her, ever? People who need something from her, but then they leave, they don't stick around and needle her. That's what makes Natsume audacious. ]

Goodbye.

[Aww they're so sweet (what the fuck), thank you cultists, he loves the bitterest of bitter black coffees but he'll drink this caramel latte thing too, and he's glad to know he's paid his dues, which is something he says eloquently and absolutely does not let his confusion show on his face. That's unbecoming of the Avatar of Pride. This investigation is not going well but it's fine because he got coffee out of it.

Okay, one more (probably one more) question for them. Are they sure they don't need help finding volunteers for the blood drive? He knows he's senpai and old man and can't survive without coffee, but he also doesn't want his sweet cultists to struggle? They're His, legally. Like they're up to some shady shit but also they're listening to his instructions about how to summon demons and how to unsummon Kokichi, so he likes them.]

[ a worthwhile update ]

Hmmmmmmmm... I'll tell you! I want it to be during break, so I get you all to myself without having to think about school.

[ She grins and hops over to a nearby window, one that faces outward torwards the trees rather than in towards the courtyard. ]

We can go camping... Out in the deep dark woods completely cut off from all other human contact where nobody will be able to reach us... Wouldn't that be fun?

No, no... Did I accompany you with any of the ( 8273648373747 ) others? So that one of our marks we obtained together.

( if they're partners in crime and knew each other when they were little, he can't help but ask. you never know, maybe they was acting up together! which komaeda stares at his own right arm, despite covered by the sleeve, and touches there softly. he leans against rokkun, shoulder to shoulder as if he's about to show his own arm, but not really, he's just musing. )

Since I wasn't there for your "gateway," and that one was pretty special to you.

[ noooo I love that they love him, they want to make him proud and it's like... you know when you're doing something and you don't need help but the other person is just so eager so you find them something to help with because helping and being involved makes people happy? it's like that.

If there is somebody in the school with unusual blood and are willing to give some to Lucifer, could he collect a sample and bring it to club? They will make good use of it ]

I've made a mess of so much, I really do nothing more than ruin the things around me.

( he takes the napkins, holding them as instructed to help stop the bleeding — komaeda's been bleeding too much lately. considering his other hand is spared from any pain, he squats down, and begins to help pick up the bay leaves into the jar as well. the thought occurs to him why isn't akira just cleaning it up normally with a broom to throw them away, but maybe he intends to keep them. )

Will they work?

( the bay leaves. he picks one up, the smear of red that layers on top from how komaeda's prosthetic rubbed against the surface as he shows it to him. )

If not, I'm sure offering them to Rokkun wouldn't be so bad... he'd have them clean before you know it.

( there it is, there it is!! the call out. )

Th-thanks...

[ The mental image of Rokkun licking the bay leaves clean is sending me and that's exactly what flashes through Akira's mind too. He's still grateful for the help, though, and after everything's cleaned up— not a spot of blood on the ground!— he'll place all the jars on the counter away from the edge so they don't accidentally fall. ]

I'm sure they'll still work, though. I'm not going to bother him with this. You're his... [ ?? ??? ] ...friend... right? Are you sure you weren't looking for him?

[ Eyes flit over to glance at Komaeda's wrist, but he does not ask— does not need to— and instead leans his own weight against Komaeda's shoulder, which isn't as comfortable as it sounds. ]

You were there for this one, and that one... the one here too... [ he points out the scars with light strokes of his finger against his skin, bringing the tip back bright red and wet. ] ...physically, at least.

[ Mentally? emotionally? how can he say, when Komaeda doesn't even remember? ]

Good NIGHT, Little Wolf. Tell your brother I said hello and that I want to talk to him TOO.

( but he doubts hiro will want to stick around school longer than he has to though... so.... he'll leave her be with a little wave. )

[ Straightforward...

In a blink of an eye, Rokkun catches both of Komaeda's wrists in his hands and shoves him back down onto the ground, one knee slamming into the ground next to his torso and then it's Rokkun's turn to straddle him. ]

Hand over your PDA.

[ is this straightforward ]

( i hope rokkun is sneezing somewhere.

with their clean up done, komaeda tries to clap his hands with the napkins, but it's a muffled attempt. good job, akira! he smiles, pointing at the floor of how spotless it is of leaves before looking over to the jars he has. )

You make it sound unbelievable... ( the f word is sort of sensitive, but honestly it does cause some worry. ) We just have the same goal in mind! To see everyone here shine in their own way... ( you know the breathy inhale he takes. ) Even you.

( ... )

What would you need bay leaves and... ( let him read that one other jar. ) basil for? ( what [trek voice] demon spaghetti [/trek voice] is happening here. )

[ Rokkun is outside playing "soccer" and frowning at his allergies flaring up ]

He's not the type of person to have friends. -—don't tell him I said that. Actually, never mind me, either! I'm not the shining one!

[ Don't look at him, don't look at his demon spaghetti herbs, don't... mind anything that he's doing here, please, Komaeda's dementia please do your thing and forget about it. ]

[Oh unusual blood? Sure, he'll try his best to find someone, let's just pretend he's still in this for the investigation and not at all because they bribed him with coffee. (Demons are slaves to temptation, it's not his fault.)

Do they happen to have any supplies he should be collecting the blood in? You know how doctors have vials for the blood samples they take and such...]

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