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( stop, it's resting around the log... why are you trying to strip it of its clothes? )

I thought you'd forget I'd even have it, ah... nothing gets past you, does it?

( he chuckles softly, breathing in as his eyes lift to look at him. when did komaeda tell him all of that? well, people can just tell by looking at him that his health isn't the best. he wouldn't be surprised if the other knew of what he was going through. )

...Sigh. ( he's doing it on purpose, a little dramatic as he raises his hands to his temples. ) I can go with you outside.

Yeah?

[ He perks up a little at the thought of being able to take Komaeda out. ]

Will you watch me as I destroy my enemies? I want you to have eyes for only me.

( rokkun may be perking up, but that should easily be dismissed as komaeda begins to pull at his jacket's sleeve, pulling his arm out of it as he does with the other. once he's officially pulled it off, he holds it out for the other to take. )

Here, maybe if you take this with you... it's like I'm there.

( everyone knows that the outside isn't open for transfers, but leave it to komaeda, he'll figure something out. it starts with the janitor because he has keys... that's what he thinks. )

After you're done, you know my class, or you can leave it in my locker.

[ JACKET SWAP

Rokkun puts it on Immediately. ]

Are you going to need this back by tomorrow? I'll get sweat and blood on it.

[ And laundry day is two weeks away ]

It doesn't matter.

( it's his signature, but he's willing to hand it over so rokkun can wear it, and he does have another jacket that he's able to put on the meantime. looking him over, komaeda stares at how the jacket sits perfectly on his shoulders, and the tail of it doesn't run against the floor. before he can allow him to comfortably part with it, the ultimate starts digging into the pockets of his jacket, pulling out a few items here and there: his pda, switchblade, chisel, cat treats, note, and a pocket tissue. he has no place to put all of this, so he decides to grab at the hem of his shirt, holding it out so he can drop them in the lower area to carry it like that. )

When it comes to your blood and sweat, have I ever complained...? And when we see each other again... ( he breathes in, looking off to the side. ) ...you can give it back.

Hm? It wouldn't be my blood.

[ But... oh... goodbye all those potentially useful things, he really could have used that switchblade and chisel and tissue. ]

( listen, if he's looking at one of them, komaeda doesn't mind offering the chisel, because it's helped him out so far... and his first weapon so it's special. )

Hm...? Why do you are about that, if it's someone else... it's fine. I've dealt with it before.

( he has no qualms about it, but if rokkun needs reassurance. ) Do you want my blood on it first?

[ Does having Komaeda's blood on it first help in any way? Like it's already soiled so any more blood won't matter. ]

...Yeah. Could you?

[ He holds the jacket back out. ]

( he sets his stuff down on the ground, looking through what he has that would do the job. it's simple really, the easiest way would probably be eating something bad so he could throw up blood since that's happened to him, but without anything to do that. he can only respond with the switchblade as he exposes the blade while standing up, opening the palm of his other hand, he starts to cut along the width of it. he hardly flinches, appearing to be numb to the pain, but blood does bubble up in the center from his action. it's sensitive, and there's a burning sensation that makes him not want to close his hand much. he makes sure not to let any drop, and he looks at the other with his palm up and over the jacket. )

How much of myself... do you need?

[ tf Komaeda would cut his hand to smear blood over his jacker for no good reason but he won't blood oath with Rokkun?? It takes a lot not to reach out and take that hand in his, so he's forced to clasp his in front of his lap, allowing Komaeda to do his thing. ]

I want all of you. Would that be too much to ask?

( jealous of the jacket, huh? i mean, look at it... it IS designer... the blood in his hand continues to pool, and he turns it to the side so that a few drops happen to drizzle on the fabric of his attire. one drop after the other, doing nothing but leaving behind wet stains on his already worn outfit. he doesn't spill it all, rather, he's trying to fold his hand slightly to see if more will come up. )

Hm...? Do you have enough hope to use me correctly...

( the thing about komaeda is that he wants to be used, serve a purpose for hope, and he's never thought of allowing someone who lacks talent that ability to do so. even now, he's looking at the other trying to read his expressions, and see what he wants. )

When I asked for you on my birthday, you rejected me... remember?

[ It's a nice jacket, I would wear it. ]

Did I? When you're the one always rejecting me? Remind me...

[ Remind me, while I pull up that thread going ??? bc all my selective memory remembers is Komaeda threatening to slit his throat. MY BIRTHDAY THREAD TRAUMA ]

( okay, but you'd have to wear komaeda's clown shoes with it. would you? )

Just so you can reject me again? ...Or is this your way of saying you want to agree?

( i'm tearing up, i had to go find it myself because i was like i know komaeda said some insane shit at him like that. THEY WERE BONDING ON HIS BIRTHDAY?

even now, they're bonding as he holds his hand out to him, so he can get some of komaeda's blood and smear it on the jacket. )

[ I went to look it up and are those double zipper shoes wtf. and was that bonding?? is this bonding??? insane

He takes Komaeda's hand and licks the blood off his palm as his nonanswer. This is what I was going to have him do if Komaeda had blood oathed him the last two times Rokkun tried to get him to, but now he can. ]

( yeah... and those most have been the best shoes in his era where he's like "i want to zip up not just three times, but five!" now you can too, as long as you have jeans with the zipper. ok, idk what their bonding looks like, it just feels like as long as they feed their insanity they're bonding.

third time is the charm... slaps knee. his hand flinches from his tongue, and it burns a great deal from how raw the center is. it was a clean cut after all, but he doesn't pull his hand away, instead he allows him to continue. )

Ah... now you'll get sick because of me, there was better hope to drink from...

[ Komaeda's going to die bc he got Rokkun germs in his hand wound, maybe this was the master plan all along.

Blood is gross, though, and he at least does make a bit of a face when he leans back away from Komaeda. I keep having to click thread from start to see what thread I'm even tagging and I can't believe this is the one where Rokkun says he's busy bc he's got plans to murder people or something outside so he can't play with Komaeda and then he does this. ]

I won't get sick. Come here, I think I have some tissues in my locker.

[ Crumpled tissues. But he's sure Komaeda can find a clean spot to use. ]

Ah... Ah... Ah...

( he chides him, shaking his head as he places his hand back in place, it seems like he's not done with what he was doing. if rokkun is going to drink his blood, he should do it properly, and not let one drop go to waste. it hurts to move his hand, but he's digging a finger down against his palm to stir up the flow again, causing a bit of blood to seep through the cut. )

Even trash like me has enough blood to feed you properly.

( for someone so bloodthirsty. anyway, what happened to the comment about making him sick, or maybe komaeda doesn't care anymore. he still has the switchblade in his other hand, and while he's in the mindset to make things worse, instead, he slips it into his pants pocket as he leans forward towards rokkun to be overbearing and force him to drink. yeah, he's a freak. are they on the floor? because i was going to push rokkun onto his back, but i can't remember, i'm tearing up. tell me what they're doing. )

[ when did they end up on the floor????????????? what's going on, i don't know what they're doing

Rokkun's just on his back drinking Komaeda's blood like a freak, I don't know, nobody look at this thread ]

( help i'm tearing up, komaeda can push him on the floor, he's insane enough to do that. you know, straddle him too since he doesn't weigh that much — )

Your response... it's far from normal... I'm actually surprised...

( listen, we're giving you a freaky thread, and this is what he gets for trying to go murder people i guess. komaeda cants his head, watching the other's adam apple go up and down when he swallows, and when he figures he's had enough, he'll pull his hand away. )

This is why I also like you.

Edited (i was told to mark it) 2021-05-24 05:29 (UTC)

[ Can you imagine if the murder punishment was being forced to drink Komaeda's blood instead of getting to visit the counselor's office?

He's breathing heavily when Komaeda finally pulls away and gives him space to breathe, staring up at the ceiling past Komaeda's head and swallowing thickly trying to get the taste out of his mouth. He gnashes his teeth, experimentally, you know like when you eat blood tofu and you can sort of feel your teeth stick together a little when you bite? like that.

It's not really the same, though, fresh blood. It tastes more like he'd been punched in the mouth except without the pain, and it's weird. ]

( if he had that much blood to offer, he would do it in a heartbeat for hope.

while he's getting himself together, komaeda glances at his hand to see how much is left, of it it's decided to slow down. he's not sure how much the other had swallowed down, but komaeda finds that it should have been more than enough. knowing that his blood now circulates inside of someone who lacks talent, it's kind of... hard to imagine. what will it do? will it change him in some way? will he be able to see eye to eye with komaeda? most likely not, those are just fairytales that never have a happy ending. )

Rokkun... how long has it been.

( since they've had this friendship of theirs, and even komaeda can't believe it some day. i almost made komaeda be insane, but you've been through a lot so he'll slow down. )

You know more about me... how long have you let me do this to you? ...You're pretty talented at it.

[ that's not how blood works but, anyways, ]

... It's not "letting"...

[ is Komaeda still sitting on him? I don't want to parent up and read to see. But hebtakes Komaeda's wrists, places the bloody one on the side of his face, holds him there. ]

I've known you since we were little... How come it's only me who remembers? That's not fair...

( that's his symbolism at play, you know how the danganronpas be, they just say all that wacky shit.

ok me, he's still straddling him yeah. he's going to flinch when his hand rests against the side of his face. )

...

( "that's not fair," komaeda has probably said the same once or twice while growing up, losing his parents to a meteorite before his eyes, being kidnapped only for no one to take the ransom and the culprit feeling bad enough to release him, then to be diagnosed with two life-threatening symptoms. it's not fair, yet, for every moment where his life felt like it was at its lowest, he was given something in return. his philosophy in life is twisted, it makes no sense, but he applies the same ideology on rokkun, unfairly. )

I'm broken.

( he's been through a simulation enough to think nothing here is real, that the body he's on top of isn't real. yet, komaeda knows his memory is deteriorating. perhaps rokkun is a ghost of the past, or maybe that's what komaeda's meant to be, either way. he's going to lose him in the end, and yet, it's hard for komaeda to stomach as he can't even look at him eye to eye, but he smiles as he speaks to reassure him. )

And you're lucky.

[ Is he lucky? He never feels that way, fighting tooth and nail for his opportunities and carving his own path in the way he knows how, stubborn, messy, just a little desperate in the way he reaches up and cups Komaeda's face with one hand and brushes the pad of his thumb over that smile— look at him.

He breathes out a sigh, gaze softening, corners of his mouth lifting.

Unbelievably lucky. ]

...I must be, to have made it this far. And you must be, to have let me.

( isn't it unfair? truthfully, he can look at this man, and what does he see? that pathetic idiot he talks down to, but he says it with a smile because there's something more to all of it. in response to his touch, komaeda's own fingers idly pinch at the other's hair. long, bony (is this why he knows sans undertale?) fingers move to brush through the locks. )

That's right.

( unbelievably lucky, but who will say if it's good or back luck. what's waiting for them after this? )

...Because when I forget, you're able to remind me...

( he looks down, leaning more into his touch. he's stable right now, make use of that how you will. )

Isn't that the joy of reminiscing? ( he blinks, watching the other's expression to see how it changes. or maybe he wants to see how the corners of his mouth lift when he answers either 'yes' or 'no'. )

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