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( now that komaeda is done throwing a hissy fit over ishimaru, she can go right back to roleplaying ori with lily and rub her cheek against rokkun's head again. there, there... we will not be letting the zombie man make you feel bad on your own birthday... )

The fire!! What about Akki setting fire to Rocchi?!

( WHY AREN'T THEY MORE BOTHERED BY THAT SHE HATES IT )

... umm... ( time passes when you're running around fighting for your life ) Hang out... solve mysteries... the works?

Did I say that? I don't remember, I say anything nowadays.

( no big deal, even if komaeda retracts his statement because everyone thinks he's insane anyway, must not matter. he's here now, having a horrible birthday because komaeda has went and ruined it, this happens all the time. he should have just sent a little birthday card is what he's thinking. )

Yep... ( he stands in place, his own fingers grabbing at his leash so he can tug it every so often. just something to focus on while he contemplates what they've been doing here. ) We have a few mysterious deaths here and there, and sack children, ah... you can thank Hinata-kun for assisting with the cake, he was very helpful in making it happen.

( a pause. ) But if you forget, that's equally fine.

[ Never mind about being set on fire. Rokkun doesn't look any worse for wear, anyways, at least in the parts that either of them have seen. ]

Hajime did? It's a shame he couldn't come.

[ Why isn't he here? Did he mysteriously die?

Rokkun reaches up and laces his fingers around the back of Rika's neck, pulling her close. No escape now. ]

Have you solved anything yet?

( one day, she will snap. but, you know what, fine. she'll just ask akira about it directly, since neither of them are helpful. )

Oh yeah, apparently he's going through some depressive episode right now, Koma-kyun said. So we took his school project flour, and he didn't even mind.

( seems like the joy of motherhood did not fix hinata's depression... truly tragic.

anyway, she gladly nuzzles closer, trapping him tighter in her arms, too. no escape!! )

Ummm... ( ...................... ) Did we solve anything, Koma-kyun?

( snap out of it and help her here, she legitimately cannot remember any actually solved mystery — )

( sighs, that's all danganronpas know how to do is be depressed. which, komaeda's having trouble right now, until he hears rika talking to him — he blinks twice like he's trying to snap himself out of it. his eyes lift to watch the way they cuddle each other, and he starts to think about what they've done. to be honest, all komaeda has done is cause trouble, rika's probably the same... )

...I wouldn't say things are solved, but the hopes of every students here are at the starting points of various mysteries.

( he only knows a few, but there's no actual answers yet. the death of the student council president, his mysterious ass library clue, and... )

If you consider Ouma-kun's new slave a mystery. ( but last time komaeda mentioned her, he knows that rokkun said something about if she got in his way... ) Bringing someone back to life is a win for the team, I believe.

( there's also tallies, but no one really talks about them. ) They fought for her life in the void... you know of that, don't you?

( he's spilling whatever he knows, hope should be equal on both sides. )

[ He looks down at his cake. Hinata's flour child... ...is delicious.

But, it looks like the answer is no, they didn't solve anything. But to him, it sounds like the typical afterschool mystery club, where a group of friends get together to discuss mysteries more than actually solving them. ]

No, I didn't hear about that.

[ There's something he wants to say about that, but he doesn't. ]

At least she's here now. Saving a life does fill one with "hope," doesn't it? Good job.

[ He supposes. ]

Oh, the girl from the case... Why is she Oumacchi's slave, now?!

( right. she doesn't think it's exactly a solved mystery, considering they don't? really know how she got brought back, though? but... she sure is alive now, and that's what matters.

rika remembers her first time seeing her, and how bad her reaction to it was. has she gotten used to the sight of dead bodies yet? ... not exactly, but at least her freakouts are less severe. )

Rocchi, you sure sound indifferent about a girl coming back to life after a month of being in a case. ( she moves her hand to tug at his cheek, curious. ) But, oh! I guess we also figured out what the tallies on our wrists mean, right?

Hm? Isn't she...

( komaeda doesn't see much from untalented people, and while nao was brought back to life, it's not really that big. it's something he's seen before, but he can tell from rika's reaction that the dead coming back is unnatural to her. he laughs, walking closer to the table as his hands splay against the surface. )

It makes me wonder how many of us are already walking corpses... ( spreading hope through the afterlife, it's something to think about. he's going to hug himself because no one else will, but the small shivering he's going through is normal... ) ah, I'm probably one of the many... to have this chance for your hope...

( yeah, he seems brand new again, you can ignore him while they discuss tallies! he's listening, just very excited. )

[ Bwahh-- can't talk if he has his cheek being tugged, which is a nice, if painful, excuse.

He reaches up and squishes Rika's cheeks between his hands to shut her up too, because he'd rather listen to Komaeda's delusional rambling. ]

( wow, you'd rather listen to this psycho than rika-chan's soothing, sweet voice? she will remember this forever.

but, fine, guess they're listening to komaeda now, while holding onto each other's cheeks. take it away, crazy man... )

( i don't like you're both letting him ramble, yeah, the whole swirl in his eyes as he holds onto himself for support. the clown has on his clown shoes at the birthday party as he thinks about their efforts to bring her back to life, and the amount of pain that ouma went through, and the others who assisted. those who lack talent have the ability to bring numerous things to the table as long as they have someone to (ultimate supreme) lead(er) them. )

It's amazing... The beauty of it all to see what sort of hope comes from the unknown mystery of this school, to watch all these transfers use one another towards that goal... equal in that way.

( he sighs, a little flustered by the idea. he's blushing... ah, hope. )

I'm happy... we're able to witness things such as the void and the secrets lost within it... I wonder what it'll show us... or will it swallow us whole... Even blood has to be spilled to get to that world... to find out those mysteries... the sacrifices that will feed the soil, those who are useless will finally have reason for existing...

( babble, babble. he slobs a little bit, walks to the side of the room, he's having a moment, let his mind buffer. )

I want to go back... ( sighs, let him blinks the swirls away, but at least he's excited. ) I wish you could come with us Rokkun to such a forbidden place... your insight would work wonders I'm sure...

[ He'd rather listen to Rika's soothing sweet voice if she were talking about literally anything else, so unfortunately this is going to have to be their backdrop while they busy themselves squishing each other's cheeks.

He cuts a corner of his cake with his fork and holds it up to Rika. Say "ahhhh" ... ]

Is he for real?

( wow, truly the performance of a lifetime. who needs tv, when komaeda exists? )

Yuuuup. This is what happens when you let him talk for so long. ( she opens her mouth and chomps the cake, watching komaeda pace.

insane ass... )

Hey, Koma-kyun, do a little dance! For hope!!

Standing here doing this...

( makes him concerned for the other's hopes out there, wondering if they're taking care of themselves, and not doing anything tragic that could cripple the amount of work they've put into changing. )

No. I really don't feel like it...

( dancing, he means, could have asked for anything else. don’t care didn’t ask plus your jester’s hat does not jingle with a merry tone that so pleases the king as mine does. ) Instead...

( he automatically stops like his chip just fried, and he purses his lips as he falls into silence. that's enough komaedanism today. )

[ And he stops, just like that. Well, no loss there, he thinks as he takes a bite of cake for himself. ]

...I think I might take the rest of this home. You guys don't mind, right?

( and there goes komaeda's chip, fried just like kanye west's... she snorts, then looks down at rokkun's plate. )

'course not. That way, you can still think of us even when you're away! Don't forget to take the rock, too!

( he's running for president? nagito biden will approve the message.

not going to lie to you, he's caught up on what they've solved and what they haven't, what a poor show of hope... they haven't solved much, have they.

he's listening... sort of in and out. )

...

( he sighs, no matter, his mood swings win this round. oh yeah, the rocks that they were given individually. he'll walk over to them both to hand his side of the rock back to rokkun. )

[ He takes the rock in his hand and heaves it hard at—-

no, nonono, stop ]

Thanks.

[ He accepts the rock in cupped hands, feeling the weight of it and trying to focus on the iridescence instead of

anyways. ]

The cake isn't going to be a souvenir I'm taking home to remember you guys by, you know...? Besides, I won't ever forget you two.

( god wish i had my head smashed in by a rock right about now )

Hmm... even after you leave us behind here? ( she hums, letting go to walk around and flop right in rokkun's lap, facing him.

no pay attention to rock pay attention to HER. )

You'll probably forget the moment you're out... so meaaan. Right, Koma-kyun?

Perhaps Kawaii-san is right...

( 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.

[ They're talking about graduation while he's talking about after school. But maybe it feels the same either way, a moment so close and far off at the same time. He sighs, leaning back against Komaeda's chest and pulling Rika close to him in the process. ]

Have more faith in yourselves... You'll solve those mysteries.

[ Corpses, though. Unavoidable. ]

If I die, I wanna haunt Rocchi forever. ~

( spoken lightheartedly, like she doesn't quite take her own death seriously, but, really — she almost died right before arriving here, so the memory is still fresh in her mind. a split second difference, and she would've gotten hit, perishing forever — and who knows whether this place would still take her in or not.

that's really neither here nor there, though, as she makes herself comfortable in rokkun's lap, glancing up at komaeda. )

We're both trash, Rocchi. Lowest of the low, you know? ( she doesn't hate herself outwardly very often: most times, she masks it with faux confidence, but... ah. well, it's fine. it's these two, and they can be privvy to her little secret. ) If that's all you're gonna give us, it's not very motivating, either. Also...

( she glances down, at where her skirt ends, just above the middle of her thighs. )

Aren't you a little too comfortable like this? Hey... how many girls do you have outside of here? ( not the sidechicks... she always knew he was a player smh... )

That's upsetting... to make her feel more worthless than she already is.

( for someone like him to say that is the last thing anyone wants to hear, but he speaks to get under his skin for a reason. he's not a good person, he's not very positive either, and he knows that he, himself, is trash beneath certain people's feet. he can talk like this about them easily because he lacks a caring bone in his body, but speaking the truth isn't bad? is it? even if it comes from him? )

You should make it a habit of encouraging her hope, if not... everything you say will just drive her to her own death. Mine is already planned.

( a death like right here and right now, he could choke rokkun where he sits, but komaeda thinks he's mentally okay to not do something so insane. his brain isn't all there, and sometimes he has these little urges to see his hope too, but he takes a deep breath. ignoring the thought as he listens to rika's concern, and there's this breathy laughter that leaves from him as he lifts one hand, forcing his finger into rokkun's mouth in an attempt to part his lips.

it's no good if he stays silent when she wants to know, it's no good that komaeda is here to make things so difficult, it is rokkun's birthday, and they're paying attention to him. )

You'll answer her for me... won't you?

... Just the number of girls?

[ give him a moment, he's counting ]

( ...... she punches him in the arm. HARD. )

DO YOU NEED TO COUNT THE GUYS, TOO, YOU LITTLE SLUT?!

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