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npc contact.1
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...I can't let him die, [ is what he mumbles, dropping to his knees to roll up Rokkun's pant leg, realizing the wound is too far up his thigh and that he's better off just pulling the scraps of fabric away from the wound and working with what he can see. ]
Can you two lay him down? It'll be easier.
[ The blood won't pool to the legs and undo the work Akira's trying to do, taking hold of his keychain to slice his wrist again so his own blood can run afresh, because if Rokkun bleeds out faster than Akira can stich the blood in, there isn't much he can do. Rokkun himself looks pale and in shock, but he can breathe again and he tries to lift his hand to touch his throat— his hand brushes against Komaeda's instead, who'd been touching that scab, and that's just as well because the scab is still raw and delicate, liable to fall apart. This is only a temporary measure, and although Akira works on stitching up Rokkun's leg and then arm, he cannot bring back missing flesh. That's something Rokkun's body will have to do on his own. ]
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for someone who can sew, in a sense, is right.
he settles down onto his knees, just a small distance away from rokkun and akira, and his hands rest in his lap because he doesn't know where else to put them. komaeda pauses, his eyes glancing down at rokkun's face, before drifting towards amami next, and then finally towards akira's handiwork with his blood. he takes a steady breath to bring himself back to normal, closing his eyes to settle in the darkness before he slowly opens them. )
...Everything that happens here, are we all capable enough to keep it between us?
( it might be too much to ask, but it's something sensitive. a moment of weakness, this newfound information that comes from akira's abilities, and amami being witness to it all. he doesn't know if rokkun's conscious enough to understand what's happening at the moment, and he should know better than to talk considering his position. )
This sort of hope is a rare experience, we should truly be grateful to watch it flourish in this manner.
( his words say one thing, but the way his eyes glance off to the side says another. not the best way to go about it, but komaeda does it to make sense of it, accept it. though his luck was probably the cause of what happened, it's the only thing he has to mask everything so far. )
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doubt flickers across his expression not at komaeda's initial request, which he'd more or less already decided for himself, and more upon the words that follow. amami's eyes shift to try to meet with the his but, upon failing to do so, he gives a short sigh, answering without hesitation. )
Don't worry — I won't say anything unnecessary.
( just what would he be accomplishing if he did... worrying rika? painting a target on the back of someone who he just watched save a life? there's really no reason for this to go beyond the four of them. )
But I do want some kind of explanation after all of this. ( after rokkun is safe, that is. )
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Did Komaeda try to...? That doesn't make sense.
He finishes up what he's doing and breathes out, his blood patched onto another's body and leaves him pale and lightheaded, so he keeps sitting instead of getting back up onto his feet, nodding vaguely.
From the ground, Rokkun also makes some noncommittal groan, but its hard to tell whether that's one of consent or one of pain; patched skin saves a life but shredded flesh still hurts. ]
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it's not what he expected, but rokkun has mentioned briefly that akira was good at this sort of craft — not what komaeda was thinking, but it makes sense when it comes to those... creatures from the deathmatch, and one of them in the science club room. )
...
( there's not much komaeda needs at the moment when it comes to information, he knows where to find akira when the time comes — if there's a thought gnawing away at his curiosity, it is easy to bully it out of him. he contemplates what to do from here, and part of him thinks that he should wipe his hands against his pants, stand up and then to leave accordingly. he doesn't do good in this situations given the fact of how his personality is, how he acts, and how he wants to say something about hope to ease his own mind. besides, he's got confirmation on what amami's end, akira's silence speaks a lot, and rokkun's gurgles are ignored, unfortunately so he believes it's enough.
sorry amami, you're the voice for this thread. )
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Are you gonna be okay?
( collective "you," as his eyes glance between rokkun and akira. amami's pretty sure the anemia alone isn't going to kill him, but it can't be helping either, and his eyes flicker to the cuts he's used to patch rokkun up in the first place — making sure they've closed on their own as well. )
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We'll all be fine. ]