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[ 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?!

( not rokkun's harem for real, ok, komaeda's not even bothered oh i'm crying... )

...?

( this is between rika, rokkun, and god tbh. he'll just watch with a smile. )

Ow...

[ 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. ]

( not on her watch? )

...

( 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!!

( why is he the overseer of their relationship, he doesn't even know what love is like. he does wonder if he shoudl excuse himself from what rokkun said... she's the only person he does these things with. without being told, he's unwrapping his arms from around the male's neck so that he can stand properly — chest pillow gone for now.

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. )

[ His chest pillow... guess he has to lean forward instead and use the top of Rika's head as his pillow instead. ]

How would you kill me?

( sighs... buries face in his titty. )

I'd strangle you. ( no hesitation... she just thinks it feels the most personal. but then again, she hasn't really considered killing people all that much, unlike these two freaks. ) Or maybe stab you with my sword... ?

( he seems to like it, so maybe that's the way he'd prefer to go...

idk give her some ideas komaeda she's not the murderer here y'all are )

Hm... a death for someone like him.

( coat a blade in poison, cut him in various places so that he bleeds, but his death shouldn't be by bleeding out — rather by the poison in his system. it's an idea, but it needs to be fleshed out better, komaeda only believes in deaths that'll mean something, and the act of jealousy isn't really one — how does it help others around her? though, rokkun's death would probably mean a lot of different things for them. )

A locked room murder, because even you're hiding something from us now...

( it's all about the symbolism, you know? )

[ Something slow and personal, versus something really cool like a sword? There's no question. ]

Better go with the sword, or you'd be giving me a chance to fight back. And, given a chance, I wouldn't stop fighting.

[ He'd prefer something swift and painless, but not for his own sake. After that, he doesn't care how his body is displayed or his death is presented, if it's made into a spectacle such as a locked room murder, where people poke and prod and stare and meddle and try to get inside his head and under his skin and in his life that no longer exists— try to understand him, so they can feel good about themselves for "solving" him.

He would hate nothing more than that. Fitting, really. ]

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