adsum | npc contact.1

( ori you gotta tell us the lore, what was the turning point... how could we have done it... i'm just sooo curious. did we have to cry on vps shoes

they're hiro's chips and drink, which komaeda makes that known because he's not going to eat any of them, and is more focused on his pda. as soon as he gets an answer, he (in yama's words) backsapces (/in yama's words) what hiro and himself wrote, and then with new, fresh text. )

and you just woke up, good afternoon. did i get your order right?

[ maybe

Hiro's eyebrows knit together just a little when Komaeda backsapces, because how is he supposed to keep up the conversation without a log to reference? He reaches over and types right after Komaeda's. ]

and you just woke up, good afternoon. did i get your order right?what?

( let me talk to vp again, i'll eat off her shoes...

not his log reference, he really needs that? komaeda wants to delete it again, but rather than doing that, he points to the food that he brought: the chips, and then the drink. he doesn't know if hiro remembers, but komaeda recalls those are something he wanted before.

to make sure hiro understands, he picks up the bag of chips to hold out to him, and then shakes them gently despite there being no sound. )

[ sfadkjh she doesn't want that!!! she woudl cry, i would cry

Why does Komaeda have selective dementia and remembers unimportant things like snack requests that even Hiro doesn't remember until he looks from the chips and looks at the message and connects the dots. Weeks late... But he's not ungrateful, nodding that Komaeda did get the order right and—-

glances over his shoulder to make sure the librarian can't see

opens the chip bag because fuck the no eating in the library rule, nobody can hear him. He caps his fingers with bugles. ]

( miss vp!! komaeda will give up a lot to see what the inside of the dorms look like!! he'll work part-time, as she don't know yet, but will, he's good with cleaning.

that's how selective dementia works, or rather, he tries really hard to remember because he's going to forget. he can't even remember the first thing he did when he got in this school. once hiro's satisfied, he watches as he starts to cap his fingers with the chips one by one, and i respect what's fun to him along with the attention span. )

and you just woke up, good afternoon. did i get your order right?what?i must have, how lucky of me...now, i wanted to make a proposal.

[ I keep reading the message from the front and being hit with deja vu, I hate that, Hiro probably looks vaguely confused every time he reads over the message too like he's trying to imagine what it would be like to wake up every two seconds.

Also, Maya's going to kill him for 1) accepting food from Komaeda, and 2) believing it a gift out of the goodness of his heart instead of a trade, of course it would be a trade, he'd eaten a chip and now he's not allowed to refuse Komaeda's proposal— or at least he can't refuse hearing it out.

There is no text reply; Hiro just turns slightly in his seat so he can give Komaeda fuller attention. Fuller not full, because he's going to recap his fingers for a second round of chips, since he'd already eaten some and there's no turning back now. ]

( the message comes off like a threat to be honest, and to be honest, hiro's at his strongest right now so he'll never have to wake up every so seconds. okay, i lied, komaeda will ruin that for him.

as hiro turns to him, komaeda can't recall in either of those two moments where it seemed like hiro was willing to give his attention — it always felt like he was trying to get away (which is valid). a natural response to anyone that comes into komaeda's vicinity, but he can't say that he's not a little excited for this.

he taps on the pda for a bit, thinking of how to phrase certain things considering he has maya's words to think about. )

we're going to have a fundraiser soon, and i wanted to know if you'd join them... your art skills would work wonders by drawing in the attention of others, it got mine considering the mark you left on my hand made me wonder for awhile... anyway, i believe people should see the sort of hope that you have.

( realized there was a pun in there. )

[ Hiro leans in close to read this relative wall of text, looking a little curious about this fundraiser but doesn't ask what they're fundraising for, and he almost feels flattered and embarrassed at Komaeda bringing up his art skills— until he talks about the mark Hiro had written on his hand and then he deflates a little because that was...

That was something else.

It doesn't even have anything to do with hope, and he doesn't think anything he does inspires it, let alone his art having that capability, so he ends up looking mildly uneasy as he pulls the pda towards him. ]

if its wonder,kudo's art would be better

( it's easy to see him deflate, or maybe it's the energy, but komaeda watches him to see what he does next while he types on the pda. seeing him pass off art skills to chiaki is one thing, but that's the normal reaction, he guesses. he stares at the screen as he taps his fingers against the female's name as if he's thinking about it. )

i'm not asking about kudo-san, i'm interested in you, arisu-kun.
i want to view you

( turning the pda towards hiro once again, komaeda smiles... sheepishly, it's hard to tell whether he's genuine, but he's never been good at making conversation with others. he crosses his arms on the table, laying his head down against them as he attempts to be normal.

wait. he takes it back to finish. )

r art.

( sometimes dementia brain works slower than his fingers, but now it's fixed properly. )

[ Mild unease becomes severe discomfort at "i want to view you" but at least Komaeda amends it. Even if it definitely feels like backpedaling by that point, even if that smile makes him a little uncertain, like he never knows what to do when somebody's smiling at him.

Also I remembered the one time I made Hiro do a text thread and for consistency his abbreviations are even more so now, compared to his handwriting. ]

i can draw sthng 4u.but if publc, dont credt me

( wish i could apologize for the way komaeda phrases things, but i cannot... he just a freak, but a freak is getting what he wants, so that's fine. he blinks in confusion at what's said... not to credit him? does he get embarrassed or something? komaeda's pretty sure it'll be fine, but it's not like he can say he did it... everyone knows he's garbage. )

us, arisu-kun... everyone's going to have fun with this...
that's why i think you should join... i'll also buy these two snacks while you make your masterpiece.

( maybe a collage of lily may... or something, he doesn't know what the outside is interested in... )

[ Hiro crying internally bc "us" is somehow more intimidating than just Komaeda, as irrational as that thought is. ]

what do i draw?

[ It's going to be a collage of Lily May at this rate, everybody's going to come for the cat and go ??? when it's just maids in cat ears. ]

lily may, many lily mays... lily extravaganza.
like... wocket in my pocket, but lily may of the day.
what rhymes with bev?

( started crying because i wrote dr. suess and then remembered this. i felt like i'd be wrong if i didn't share it. alright, but lily may is going to join the fundraiser, they have to pay 400 bux to touch her, and that's how they speed run the money.

...komaeda didn't come here with a plan, but it fits the theme. )

[ Hiro looks up at Komaeda like ??? ]

idk any of them

[ Who's Lily May? Wocket?? Bev??? ]

sorry i forgot everyone's different.
the cats, we should do them because the fundraiser will be animal themed...

( thinking about how komaeda has to regain a dr. seuss book for hiro. )

[ His eyes light up in recognition, and also confusion, because he didn't realize there were three cats. ]

ebalon draws cute cats

i've seen them, ebalon-kun does...
i saw a few from his stolen notebook.
if you wont draw cats because ebalon-kun... what do you want to draw for us to get people's attention...
what do they like outside?

( three cats... lily may, bev... and... slaps cat tail on hiro. )

[ He looks up at Komaeda and instead of typing he points at "stolen notebook"

??

but his finger shakes a little and sort of hovers between the two "ebalon-kuns" above and below too ]

i don't remember.

( dementia. )

oh, do i need to find you a notebook so you can start drawing?
let me look...

( should he leave his pda with hiro so he can get a snack again? )

[ Convenient

Hiro nods. Yes leave him with the unlocked pda ]

i'll be back.

( he's going to leave it unlocked for hiro, and then slide it in his direction because he remembers how this went last time. he'll get up from where he's sitting, and make his way out the library so he can... make his way towards the art club room, because that seems like the best place to get one.

that gives hiro enough time to buy stuff with the pda. )

[ Hiro reads that in the Terminator voice

He gives Komaeda a moment, and then also collects himself and leaves the library, but not to go to the vending machines. He makes his way upstairs, turns the corner and walks down the hall, opens the door to—-

...?!

He stares at Komaeda from the door to the art room. ]

( he was about to rob them blind... until the door opens... )

It's not what it looks like!

( he may be putting down a few paint brushes that he was moving out the way on a desk to see if he could find some notebooks, but his hands are messy to show he's been going through a lot since he got here. )

...Oh, Arisu-kun, it's you... why are you doing?

[ His mouth had been hanging open in surprise, and it snaps shut as he shakes his head quickly, with the guilt of somebody who'd been caught red handed, not unlike Komaeda himself.

He shuffles his feet at the entrance, rubbing his thumb over the PDA's surface so it doesn't go blank. ]

Come on in!

( he's going to make his way over to hiro, grabbing his wrist to pull him inside of the art room, and he shuts the door behind him gently. clicking off the lights in the room with his prosthetic, now with his organic one that holds onto hiro, he's searching for the pda in the one hand that he believes is his? should be his, he left it with him, to keep it on so they can use that light to look around. )

I didn't know you missed me that much...

( he says this quietly with a joking tone, because they're probably not supposed to be in here... huh. oh well, who is going to stop them? )

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