( he didn't have to get out of his seat, and komaeda even looks over his shoulder to stare at where he was, then to the unfinished canvas, and his eyes drop down to the potpourri in his hands. it always has a nice smell, a well-liked gift, and here's rokkun holding onto it with every step. )
If you don't finish, you're forgoing New Year's Eve.
( he reminds him, and his eyes lift up to meet his set of light brown eyes, familiar, another pair within the school. his hands lift, touching rokkun's shoulders as if to turn him around, don't look at komaeda, if he has to talk about this...
no subject
If you don't finish, you're forgoing New Year's Eve.
( he reminds him, and his eyes lift up to meet his set of light brown eyes, familiar, another pair within the school. his hands lift, touching rokkun's shoulders as if to turn him around, don't look at komaeda, if he has to talk about this...
it doesn't have to be face to face. )