( his eyes dart down to where amami holds, and he even tugs just a little bit like he's silently requesting for him to let go — besides, an ultimate shouldn't touch trash like him. komaeda isn't stressed out, but his heart is skipping a beat, and there's only so much he can take before he wedges himself out of the male's grasp. )
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( don't expect much out of komaeda when he's almost made an ultimate out to look like a fool, and he guesses as long as npc-kun doesn't look at amami differently... it's fine. but then he wonders if he looks bad now.
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it's his fault, again.
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he takes a few steps away, but he doesn't leave, exactly, no he stands off in the darkness with the light from his tail signaling his location. with his arms crossed, komaeda glances off to the side trying to recalibrate his feelings on the matter... he should have expected he would mess this up. )
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( don't expect much out of komaeda when he's almost made an ultimate out to look like a fool, and he guesses as long as npc-kun doesn't look at amami differently... it's fine. but then he wonders if he looks bad now.
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it's his fault, again.
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he takes a few steps away, but he doesn't leave, exactly, no he stands off in the darkness with the light from his tail signaling his location. with his arms crossed, komaeda glances off to the side trying to recalibrate his feelings on the matter... he should have expected he would mess this up. )