Akira doesn't look too sure, maybe because Komaeda hadn't heard what he just said about not being here to cook, but then the glass breaks in Komaeda's hands and his shoulders jolt again in surprise, too late to stop the glass from clattering onto the ground and the blood from dripping down Komaeda's wrist onto the bed of bay leaves that have conveniently covered the ground to catch the blood and prevent them from going to void school. ]
Uh—-! Hold still!
[ He rises and grabs some napkins off the stack on the counter, returning to press them against Komaeda's hands and force his fingers into a fist to hold them there before backing off. ... Finds an empty jar and starts collecting bloody bay leaves in it. ]
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Akira doesn't look too sure, maybe because Komaeda hadn't heard what he just said about not being here to cook, but then the glass breaks in Komaeda's hands and his shoulders jolt again in surprise, too late to stop the glass from clattering onto the ground and the blood from dripping down Komaeda's wrist onto the bed of bay leaves that have conveniently covered the ground to catch the blood and prevent them from going to void school. ]
Uh—-! Hold still!
[ He rises and grabs some napkins off the stack on the counter, returning to press them against Komaeda's hands and force his fingers into a fist to hold them there before backing off. ... Finds an empty jar and starts collecting bloody bay leaves in it. ]