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npc contact.1
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[ Unfortunately for him. But fine, he's the one who'll push the door open this time, stepping through and holding it so Komaeda can come out. ]
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( you can have your baked komaeda now, because his skin doesn't really do too good in the sun. when he starts peeling, please help him pick off the dead skin. )
...You call everyone by their first name, but you dislike what I did. You want to be special to everyone?
( names are special, but their names sit in the class roster list for people to pick through. when he walks through the door, he's going to immediately fan himself. )
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[ Everybody else he can see, yeah. Once they're outside and he sees Komaeda immediately start to perish, Rokkun takes his jacket off his shoulders and sets it over Komaeda's head and shoulders instead, because better sweaty than having your skin slough off. ]
Just for now...
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( and that's the truth, komaeda is doing every he can to remain disliked. though, he's surprised considering the condition he put him in that he's not on rokkuns to-be-despised list.
with the jacket placed over him, he doesn't take it off... it's shade. )
About them... have you met with Kawaii-san?
( his lips purse into a straight line as he thinks about her actions, how her blade slid into saihara, and komaeda blames himself for that too. ) You are well-loved among your peers...
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I have, yeah. She's... [ ...not what he wants to talk about, with Komaeda ]
With everybody else, I'm not loved; I'm admired. Or at least I was, when I was captain. [ He'll have to rely on something else, now. Reputation. Maybe he can get by with looks alone. ]
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( he's seen her, you know. she's been going through a lot considering her friends have died, she almost killed another. everything around her is crumbling, and while she's having trouble getting back together... this feels too "same ol" for komaeda. he doesn't feel bad, but he doesn't know what to make of it. )
Your girlfriend, don't be so shy to say it... You're one of the many people she can rely on, or I think her hope will... sighs.
( after cutting off natsume too, she shouldn't have to live the unfortunate world that komaeda has. )
... ( "was"... ) Was that your hope? ...Soccer? Being the captain? ( he's looking for shade, he wants shade!!! also so he can make a little distance since he heard that as ruining rokkun's soccer life too. )
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Anyways, they can sit in the shade of the wisteria tree, which is what Rokkun beelines to as well because it's a hundred degrees out and they're stupid for talking outside. ]
She's— ...not yet. [ Maybe never. Not yet. He doesn't know, can't think of a future past graduation and he can't be anything to anybody until after graduation, he has to make it there first. ]
Thinking about it scares me a little. When I play soccer, though, I don't have to think. I can just play... A lot of students gravitate towards something like that, a way to enter the zone and not think.
[ Kind of like Komaeda when he talks about hope. ]
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( komaeda won't press, he didn't hear the specific thing he was looking for, so this is easy for him to accept. the fact that he doesn't reject that she needs him, it seems like more than enough, and komaeda can stay in his lane. is that his whore era coming to an end.
as he watches rokkun walk towards the wisteria, komaeda follows after, but he doesn't sit completely under it... he sits out in the sun across from rokkun, and we'll hope that the shadow reaches over to him — if not, he can just burn with the jacket. )
It's not forever, your wounds will heal, you can overcome that and dominate once you're better. No one knows the field like you, so I don't understand why you're frightened... ( well, komaeda's never been without hope, so he thinks about it... a life without hope. mundane, boring... normal, he couldn't live that way. ) Hm, I can live with that sin, too.
( he's going to mess with his right arm, pinching a little further up on his wrist through his jacket to see if he can irritate his own wound. just something to kill time, you know. )
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no, it's too hot and that's a stupid idea. ]
Come here.
[ He grabs that wrist Komaeda's messing with and pulls him in towards the tree, he will hold him there on his lap if he has to which does nothing for the heat but at least prevents Komaeda from roasting out there. ]
What sin are you even talking about?
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and yes, that's a stupid idea, but komaeda's dying so??? )
What are you d — ( i'm crying, how tall is rokkun? really going to let komaeda's 5'11" ass sit in his lap, okay. i guess. he wins. )
I have a lot of them... ( he's going to lay his back against him, might as well make use. ) It depends on which one. ( ... ) What's out in the woods?
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and idk he's like 5'9"? don't make me think about heights, I thought Minato's 5'7" was tall but he's like the shortest out of everybody ]
The one you were talking about two seconds ago...
[ Komaeda has dementia and Rokkun gets memory problems around him especially when it's hot as hell and he's wrapping his arms around Komaeda so he can't escape and crawl back into the sun, so he forgives having to remind him. ]
We weren't talking about the woods.
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...noooo 5'7" is like average, isn't it? and 5'5" is people who are short and can't reach the cabinets without a stepstool. so the moral of minato's story is that he hangs out with giants. )
What if the woods were off limits to all students, wouldn't that be interesting...
( they weren't talking about the woods, but that doesn't stop komaeda from talking about them anyway. the way his memory comes and goes, how he can keep his interest for so long until moving on, everything in the past will be forgotten. also, he's also going to look at rokkun's hands around him, use one of his own to try and peel his fingers off. )
Would you consider it six seconds ago now?
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[ He lets Komaeda peel his hand off, but all he does is shift it several inches lower and place it back on Komaeda's stomach. ]
What sin would you commit in the woods?
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( like amami, or ishimaru, you know... all of them. )
A despairing murder, but I would never do something so tasteless... ( his little swirly eyes ) Hope is meant to be pure, help others to achieve the absolute good. ( and then he blinks, back to normal. ) ...No sin will be committed there, do you have one?
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Uh. Yeah, plenty. Terrible sins.
[ He places the back of his hand on Komaeda's forehead, like he's testing for heatstroke. They've been outside like two minutes. ]
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You're lying, aren't you... unless you already have sinful things in mind, tell me them, and I'll try to remember the other...
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[ Okay, up you go. He lets go of Komaeda and pushes himself back so he can stand, and if Komaeda doesn't get up either and flops on the ground instead, that's fine, Rokkun is going to extract himself so he can go find that hose. ]
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( maybe that sun is getting to him, it's really hot, but he's referring to this. )
How you're supposed to tell me what's on your mind... or did I lose that too, like I made you lose what you enjoy most...
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[ He's not going to dwell on his sins and think about them all the time. That's why he plays soccer, why he focuses on finding that hose and unraveling it and turning the faucet on to listen to the water run the length of it. ]
Do you blame yourself for what happened?
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( that's a question he wants to ask as he remains settled on the ground, but he'll just crawl out from under the tree so don't worry... he can move!
but he don't have soccer, but he can kick komaeda instead? )
Or you could tell me about your sins instead... you wanted to hear about mine.
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...I wanted to hold onto you no matter what. I thought I could hold onto both— to survival, and to you. The blame doesn't lie with you. You can't have it.
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komaeda turns away at one point, peeling off the other's jacket just to hold it up so that he can block the water. )
You held the wrong hand...
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[ He lifts the hose up to the sky, letting the spray fall directly overhead and if Komaeda's going to use his jacket as an umbrella, we'll see how long his arm strength will last. ]
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( as he's using it as an umbrella, he stares at his prosthetic — the one rokkun held, the one komaeda gained for his sins... for cutting off a piece of himself to accept despair. that's what the prosthetic is a reminder of, but had he held komaeda's other... the one that's been through everything, and not lost to that. who knows, maybe it doesn't matter. but rokkun makes it a "whose" and not the other hand that's different from the prosthetic, so komaeda will go along with it. )
Was there someone else you wanted at the time? ( he still has it up :/ he's not that weak... i say as i already know when he's giving up. ) Another hand that you wanted to hold... Amami-kun was there, to want the hand of an Ultimate... ( don't even mention komaeda. ) I never knew.
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[ Which is the point he was trying to make, walking closer and having to point the hose up higher and higher so the water will continue to fall over Komaeda's head like a little spot of rain. Amami didn't even register until he was on the floor, and Akira until he opened his eyes and saw red. ]
I did not hold the wrong hand.
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