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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. ]
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( 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?
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( 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. )
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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. ]
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but, fine, guess they're listening to komaeda now, while holding onto each other's cheeks. take it away, crazy man... )
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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...
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He cuts a corner of his cake with his fork and holds it up to Rika. Say "ahhhh" ... ]
Is he for real?
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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!!
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( 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. )
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...I think I might take the rest of this home. You guys don't mind, right?
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'course not. That way, you can still think of us even when you're away! Don't forget to take the rock, too!
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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. )
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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.
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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?
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( 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.
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Have more faith in yourselves... You'll solve those mysteries.
[ Corpses, though. Unavoidable. ]
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( 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... )
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( 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?
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[ give him a moment, he's counting ]
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DO YOU NEED TO COUNT THE GUYS, TOO, YOU LITTLE SLUT?!
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...?
( this is between rika, rokkun, and god tbh. he'll just watch with a smile. )
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[ Stop, he needs that arm for murder, Rika!! ]
I'm kidding, there's nobody else— nobody else I do stuff like this with.
[ Nobody else he lets close enough to do this stuff with, she should know, it shouldn't even be the two of them. ]
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...
( of course she knew that. she's not dumb, you know. she totally figured it out from how shy he always is to touch her, and how hesitant he is when he kisses her, and when —
you can see where she's going with this, right!! )
Dumb. ( is all she says, more to herself than to him, huffing as she rests her cheek against his chest. ) If there's anyone else, I'll really kill you. For real!! And Koma-kyun will help me!!
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must be nice to think that way the way he does. )
I know all sorts of ways to kill, if you're interested, please do come see me...
( he says this so innocently with a small, breathy chuckle afterwards. )
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How would you kill me?
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