( jealous of the jacket, huh? i mean, look at it... it IS designer... the blood in his hand continues to pool, and he turns it to the side so that a few drops happen to drizzle on the fabric of his attire. one drop after the other, doing nothing but leaving behind wet stains on his already worn outfit. he doesn't spill it all, rather, he's trying to fold his hand slightly to see if more will come up. )

Hm...? Do you have enough hope to use me correctly...

( the thing about komaeda is that he wants to be used, serve a purpose for hope, and he's never thought of allowing someone who lacks talent that ability to do so. even now, he's looking at the other trying to read his expressions, and see what he wants. )

When I asked for you on my birthday, you rejected me... remember?