[ He stabs Rika in the gut and lobs off Komaeda's head
in his imagination, anyways. You can't hold a sword in your hand and not imagine swinging it around with wild abandon, okay? It's a sword, and he has this boyish smile on his face for a second, that disappears the moment he's brought back to reality like oh, he's really supposed to cut this dinky cake with a hugeass sword.
But okokok... He takes a step back and faces the cake on the desk, carefully lowering the blade so that it slices the cake directly in half: half for himself, half for Rika, and then he hands the sword over to Komaeda so he can lick the icing off the blade. ]
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in his imagination, anyways. You can't hold a sword in your hand and not imagine swinging it around with wild abandon, okay? It's a sword, and he has this boyish smile on his face for a second, that disappears the moment he's brought back to reality like oh, he's really supposed to cut this dinky cake with a hugeass sword.
But okokok... He takes a step back and faces the cake on the desk, carefully lowering the blade so that it slices the cake directly in half: half for himself, half for Rika, and then he hands the sword over to Komaeda so he can lick the icing off the blade. ]