( isn't it unfair? truthfully, he can look at this man, and what does he see? that pathetic idiot he talks down to, but he says it with a smile because there's something more to all of it. in response to his touch, komaeda's own fingers idly pinch at the other's hair. long, bony (is this why he knows sans undertale?) fingers move to brush through the locks. )
That's right.
( unbelievably lucky, but who will say if it's good or back luck. what's waiting for them after this? )
...Because when I forget, you're able to remind me...
( he looks down, leaning more into his touch. he's stable right now, make use of that how you will. )
Isn't that the joy of reminiscing? ( he blinks, watching the other's expression to see how it changes. or maybe he wants to see how the corners of his mouth lift when he answers either 'yes' or 'no'. )
cw: komaeda
That's right.
( unbelievably lucky, but who will say if it's good or back luck. what's waiting for them after this? )
...Because when I forget, you're able to remind me...
( he looks down, leaning more into his touch. he's stable right now, make use of that how you will. )
Isn't that the joy of reminiscing? ( he blinks, watching the other's expression to see how it changes. or maybe he wants to see how the corners of his mouth lift when he answers either 'yes' or 'no'. )