( this is how he can survive to college? i'm making sense and making pennies!! rokkun will thank me!! )

...Do they? How unfortunate. ( it's fine, he'll repent that smack because he's pulling his hand away with a small flinch, and his fingers curling into his palm; nails digging into the skin to stave off the pain. that's what's unfortunate, that his arm is still sore despite it being a couple of days. )

I must have learned it from you... your words and actions hardly ever add up.

( he's taking a seat in the desk next to him, but he's not scooting it over closer to be overwhelming. he's giving rokkun his space, without him even saying that he needs it, and look at there... has komaeda ever been so considerate? he sets the little bag in his mechanical hand on the desk, not trying to place any focus on it while pale green eyes look towards the floor first, then to his fist as he slowly tries to open it, then closes it after so the red crescent marks in the palm aren't visible. )

Anyways. ( yes, he did. ) How was break, did you enjoy your freedom?