I've made a mess of so much, I really do nothing more than ruin the things around me.

( he takes the napkins, holding them as instructed to help stop the bleeding — komaeda's been bleeding too much lately. considering his other hand is spared from any pain, he squats down, and begins to help pick up the bay leaves into the jar as well. the thought occurs to him why isn't akira just cleaning it up normally with a broom to throw them away, but maybe he intends to keep them. )

Will they work?

( the bay leaves. he picks one up, the smear of red that layers on top from how komaeda's prosthetic rubbed against the surface as he shows it to him. )

If not, I'm sure offering them to Rokkun wouldn't be so bad... he'd have them clean before you know it.

( there it is, there it is!! the call out. )