( as he thinks about it... his head kind of hurts, the way he has to listen to rokkun say things such as he won't forget them, but he'll never see them against unless their paths are fated to connected. to him, hope is the only path that he should be walking, and that saddens the ultimate to no end.
as rika makes her way into his lap, komaeda walks around, standing right behind him as he leans forward, wrapping his arms around rokkun's neck, and pressing his chest against the back of his head, and komaeda rests his chin on top after. it's like taking place where rika left off in her migration. he hums thoughtfully, sighing as he looks down to meet rika's gaze to communicate with her silently — )
Or maybe he won't forget... maybe he'll leave us here to drown in these unsolved mysteries... the only thing that will be left of us... ( he sighs, the tips of his index and middle finger picking at the fabric of rokkun's shirt purposefully to kill time. ) ...is our corpses that'll haunt him.
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( as he thinks about it... his head kind of hurts, the way he has to listen to rokkun say things such as he won't forget them, but he'll never see them against unless their paths are fated to connected. to him, hope is the only path that he should be walking, and that saddens the ultimate to no end.
as rika makes her way into his lap, komaeda walks around, standing right behind him as he leans forward, wrapping his arms around rokkun's neck, and pressing his chest against the back of his head, and komaeda rests his chin on top after. it's like taking place where rika left off in her migration. he hums thoughtfully, sighing as he looks down to meet rika's gaze to communicate with her silently — )
Or maybe he won't forget... maybe he'll leave us here to drown in these unsolved mysteries... the only thing that will be left of us... ( he sighs, the tips of his index and middle finger picking at the fabric of rokkun's shirt purposefully to kill time. ) ...is our corpses that'll haunt him.