adsum | npc contact.1

Not yet... I see.

( 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. )

[ wtf is he just using Rokkun's shade, no, in that case Rokkun has to move so he's also in the sun but at least providing shade for—-

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?

( starting to think rokkun cant function properly around komaeda without having to do something for him.

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?

[ starting to think komaeda can't function properly

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.

( and he can't? don't judge him for his problem...

...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?

...I wouldn't be able to get home, if that were the case.

[ 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?

Why don't you just stay with me? ( he taps his chin in thought like he's thinking about it. ) That way you can help all the Ultimates, too.

( 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?

[ Temping as the offer is... ]

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. ]

( he has low vitals... sadly, he's not as cold as he should be, but sweating due to the heat. as if to prove that he's fine, he's going to push rokkun's hand away, albeit slow. yeah heat's no good for him... he feels like he's going to die... )

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...

I'm not confessing my sins to you.

[ 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. ]

...Why? Do you hate me that bad... Didn't we talk about this before, about how we're partners...

( 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...

It's not on my mind.

[ 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?

Why didn't you let go that day?

( 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.

[ That's a good question. One he tries not to think about either as he approaches with the hose, sliding his thumb over the opening so that the water sprays out in a thin fan towards instead of a slow stream. He sort of waves it up and down like he's watering Komaeda. ]

...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.

( just hose him down, he's going to lift a hand over his face as it comes in a steady wave, but at least it look clear? isn't it not blood right now for him... it's cool, and he guesses he can appreciate it like some sort of dog. he knows this is something rokkun's been wanting to do since his birthday, so he can have it —

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...

Whose else is there?

[ 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. ]

...

( 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.

There wasn't. In my eyes, at that time, the only other person who existed was you.

[ 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.

( he remains in place, placing rokkun's jacket around his shoulders so that he can drizzle as much water as he wants on komaeda's head. his white, fluffy locks of hair now stick to his face, making him seem a little normal than usual. he's drenched, but he looks up at rokkun before his eyes fall upon the hose, and leans back to catch some water in his mouth to drink.

as he listens, he hums in thought as his head cants to the side... does he really think he held the right hand? to test him again, he holds up both his hands to see which one the other will take to lift him up. )

When can we go to the woods?

( ... changing the topic so he can't confirm or deny rokkun's claim? yes he is. )

[ Close enough, he lets the hose drop at the base of the tree and if it drowns it drowns, he takes both Komaeda's hands because he can afford to be selfish. ]

We can elope now?

In the woods?

( okay, he's a little confused, he wanted to go to the woods? his organic hand flinches, but the prosthetic one is perfectly fine. he's going to take his hands back if rokkun will let him, but they are wet so maybe... maybe... )

That's impossible.

[ It makes that gross sound of wet skin sliding on metal, but that just means Rokkun has to hold on tighter. ]

Why is it impossible?

When you get married, they have to say your name... and you said they hold powers, you couldn't do that in these woods...

( he'll squeeze his hands a little tighter as if it'll help him remember. )

I want to go to them, though...

Marri— oh.

[ hm

He shifts a little uncomfortably, but doesn't let go. ]

...All it means is we're running away. [ to get married... ] It doesn't have to happen in the woods.

...So you want to elope. ( to get married... ) ...

( komaeda's this close to correcting him, but he'll act like he doesn't know what rokkun's talking about. )

Do you want to run away with your partner in crime that bad... have we ran away before?

( maybe he should ask that, maybe rokkun has memories or something it... maybe that's why his suggestion to get away is eloping... )

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