[ Midori lives in a modern apartment. It has an open design that leaves it looking spacious, with furniture littered about. The furniture is largely black and white, and everything in it looks to practically be new. The sink is empty, as is the dishwasher, and looking in the cabinets one would find that the dishes were all neatly put away. There's teas and bags of coffee, all high end, tucked away in other cabinets, and the usual cooking utensils all neatly organized. He has some cute little cat accessories here and there, along with a dinosaur tea infuser.
There's no dust build up or anything to suggest that it wasn't maintained, but it doesn't have a very lived in feeling to it either. The only sign that anyone is actively living there is the sweets that have been left out on the counter. By the looks of it, Hiyori has a sweet tooth. There's a boxed cake (only a quarter of it left,) cupcakes, and other sweet pastries - all from famous local bakeries - neatly organized. By any account, it's more sweets than one man should be eating.
There's a guest bedroom, and a door to a home office that is currently locked tight. Finally, there's his master bedroom which has the same air off modern, sleek and largely unused. The bed is neatly made, everything is well organized, and there's several bookcases filled with everything from textbooks to fiction. There's various little items in there - little hand made gifts and other miscellany, some with no real rhyme or reason to it, though there are quite a few cat items - his patients picked up on that one somehow. Still, there's no real cohesion, and it's safe to say that he's kept them solely because they were gifted.
There's no candy in here though as long as you don't look in the nightstand. There's pocky and candy bars stuffed in there, along with a rocketbook (wiped clean) and pen. But there's very few personal effects, and nothing that seems to identify him as a person. If the knickknacks were removed, it could pass as a show room. ]
[ Hiyori has been out of the hospital for a few days now. It had taken him longer to be released than most, despite his insistence, and he was on heavier painkillers than most at his request (or rather, at the request of his coworkers.) But at long last, while he was still in poor shape, he was allowed to at least return to his apartment on strict bedrest.
The crime committed there had been completely washed away by then; there was no proper investigation - the entire thing had been hushed up by Namida out a mixture of respect for her coworker and guilt, and Hiyori himself had ensured that nothing would come of it. He had, however, had the entire place cleaned and replaced as needed, starting with the white carpet. The room has been redecorated in shades of blue, and it does seem whoever redid the room added some colorful accessories to the rest of the house... So there's that.
But in the interim, Komaeda will get a series of texts throughout the afternoon and into the evening... Rather than seeming as though he was intentionally spamming, the erratic timing might suggest that he's not quite all there to realize he's already texted... Then again, perhaps the fact that he's so constantly concerned about his image at all times might be enough to suggest that. ]
Komaeda-kun! I'm finally out of the hospital!!
Why don't you come over? I'll be a better host this time!!! I bought a new tea just for you, it's a little too bitter for me, but I'm sure you'd love it. ♡♡♡♡
What kind of movies do you like, Komaeda-kun? I can't leave the house, so we could watch something together...
Has Namida-chan been treating you? Let me know if she's not treating you well, Komaeda-kun, I'll make sure to handle it.
I miss you... Do you think they'll let me go back to work soon? I want to see everyone again...
Do you still have the key to my apartment? I gave it to you, right?
I miss you, Komaeda-kun... I don't know how anyone can stand living alone. I hate it. That's why I try not to be here.
I can't lay on my back because of the stab wound I have... This is terrible... Can I lay my head in your lap?
Come visit me sometime, okay? It gets lonely here by myself... They told me I have to wait until it heals entire, Komaeda-kun...
[ The next two come in rapid succession: ]
Do you think if I double dose on my painkillers that I can go back to work sooner? Oh, I can't treat patients that way though, can I...?
I have to give Komaeda-kun the best care possible, because I love him...!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ So I'll put all of my affection into it...! ♡
[ Then, a bit later, once the next dose has really kicked in: ]
Kooooommmaaaaddaaaaaaaaaa-kunnnnnn
[ He's on painkillers. Very strong painkillers. And if Komaeda does so choose to come over, he'll find him laying on his stomach on the couch, face pressed into a pillow that he has one arm wrapped around, while the other lays on the armrest with the phone still in his grasp.
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He is not being a better host than last time. Sorry Komaeda. But at least this time he has a valid excuse. ]
[ It takes him a little bit to stir, even after having his phone taken. Whatever they had given Hiyori, it was exceptional, because he sleeps through it. It's only several seconds later that Hiyori, wearing pajamas, looks up at Komaeda with a sleepy yet affectionate face... It's not hard to guess that the surgeon, who is so used to seeing others on the daily, has been a touch lonely. ]
Komaeda-kun...!
[ His voice is a little slurred, no doubt a result of the pain medication. He winces despite that as he reaches out in a pitiful effort to grasp the other before his hand falls back to the side of the armrest. His other arm remains against wrapped around the pillow, and there's a pitiful sound as he adjusts his chin to at least not be smothering himself against the pillow. ]
You came to see me... Ah, I found a mystery to watch... I bought some curry powder too, it's not too sweet... Since Komaeda-kun doesn't like sweet things...
[ If Komaeda cares to look at the TV, the dimmed screen will show State of Play (2009). Hiyori doesn't actually know if it's good, but it does appear that his half-aware self had made the conscious effort to find something based on that response. He tries to push himself up using one arm as well before flopping back down onto the sofa, chin dropping onto the pillow as his eyes remain pointed upward, seeming puzzled by that action. He had to be a better host this time, after all, or Komaeda wouldn't come back.
Just what kind of drugs had they given him...? Well, the best that ASUNARO could offer, of course. ]
S-sorry... Just... A minute... Ah, it's tea for guests first...
[ It will probably be, in fact, more than just a minute. What has he been surviving on these past days? Probably best not to ask based on the various now empty sweets cartons that had been there before.
Does he really seem like he's in any shape to properly go shopping? ]
[ There are pros and cons to dealing with a person who is on an excessive amount of drugs. The upside is that they're often too incoherent to question any oddities and far more inclined go along with any questionable tasks that are asked of them, even if a little bit of prodding is needed to get them to do so. The downside is that they're too incoherent and spaced out to actually complete any of those tasks. It's a little like give a cat orders.
Much like a cat, Hiyori is far more interested in the task of bothering and clinging to their current handler. Such as it is, Komaeda currently has a one grown man latched onto him, warms wrapped around his head and half leaning on him, alternating between dozing and awareness in this awkward position, humming happily as he does so. ]
Hmm~ Komaeda-kun is right, I have to get better quickly.
[ That's not what he was saying at all, actually, but he heard something about hobbies and jobs and has so chosen to interpret that as he wish. He hangs onto this thought for all of as long as it takes to finish the sentence. ]
Ah, I know! We could go the aquarium... Did you know that there's a famous one near here, Komaeda-kun? ♡
[ His words are slurring a little. Presumably he should not be out in public at all right now.
Once upon a time they were having a conversation, but not anymore. ]
[ He's probably due for a nasty crash in a couple hours, really, but right now he still seems content enough. He eases off of Komaeda in order to the glass, sipping at it slowly. He's pleased with the reaction the suggestion elicits. It's a thought that had before, but he had skipped a step in inviting Komaeda to his apartment first. But it was a place that he loved, and one that he felt present company would enjoy as well.
He nods. ]
Mmhm. I'm sure that you'd enjoy it...
[ Hiyori's already thinking about all the exhibits he'd like to show him. There's a little specialty coffee shop inside, too, that might be nice - he didn't care for it, but he could tolerate some of their blends with just half and half. It was a wonderful little spot to take a break.
He leans over to kiss Komaeda's temple. He seems pretty enthusiastic about the idea, at least. ]
I'm sure I'd enjoy it more with you there, too... [ He thinks he'd like to see the jellies and sea turtles, and - ] Oh, they have otters there, too.
[ Hiyori was always, always pushing himself too hard. He worked long hours and still found time to fit in all those social necessities, continuing education, and enough physical activity to meet the bare minimum. He ate too many sweets and too much take out, but ensured that others found him to be a person who ate little and who ate well. It was only natural that given the opportunity, he would push himself too far here too.
He'd gotten stabbed the first time, and torn open his injury this time.
Hiyori's eyes flutter open, and it takes him a little bit to adjust to the light in the room. It takes longer for him to turn his head to take in his surroundings. It's warm and comfortable, full of familiar scents that stopped bothering him long ago. He blinks slowly, trying to remember what had happened. He was walking outside, and...? Ah, he must have finally collapsed. How careless. He had at least hoped to make it home first.
He must not have expected to find anyone there, because he looks a little puzzled when his eyes land on Komaeda. But he offers a hazy smile. ]
Komaeda-kun...
[ He sounds a little out of it, though whether that's whatever drugs they had given him or he's just still waking up is dubious. He tries to piece together what else had been happening at that time. That's right, he was dealing with the police, and a patient, so then... ]
Did Sasahara-san not see you home safely? I'll have to talk to her.
[ That should have been his job, but he's disappointed that she hadn't in his place. She was normally so good with kids in particular. Despite her serious nature, she was incredibly fond of children. But then, that's only natural he supposes, for a person who was so passionate about protecting the weak and vulnerable. ]
[ It's been a rough few days for everyone. Hiyori isn't exempt from that. The first floor is done and over with, and the second is far more quaint and charming. It's a regular team building exercise. He's quite pleased with this, having been looking forward to it for some time now.
Perhaps it's because along with Sara, Hiyori is a natural born leader, but he seems to have no problem assisting others while managing the pain inflicted upon himself by the loss of two of their own. Rather, he's thrown himself completely in trying to ensure that there are no further complications.
To that end, he's approaching one Nagito Komaeda with that warm and welcoming smile on his face. It seems that his peculiar attitude had successfully alienated the majority of the group, and so it was up to those who weren't so misguided to continue to reach out. ]
Komaeda-kun! Might I ask a favor? You see, Yabusame-san, Burgerberg-san and myself had quite the idea, but we need one more person for it to work!
[ Hm... How troubling. In truth, Hiyori would rather avoid giving away more of his tokens than absolutely necessary. There's a certain amount that he can't allow for anyone else to reach, and so rather than accept or decline the offer, he begins by using it as a springboard for his pitch. ]
Ah, then perhaps we had the same idea? That's what I came here to speak with you about... You see, after speaking with them and a couple others, I believe I understand the point of this game.
[ He shakes the little bag in his hand holding his me tokens. ]
This is a game of buying and selling trust, is it not? So I believe that the wins and losses shall be determined by which of us obtains the most "trust..."
[ He clears his throat, moving onto a more concise explanation: ]
If I'm correct, then we should only need to have the tokens pass hands for it to count. With four of us, we could create a little loop in which we can trade a sufficient amount to not need to worry, while ending with the same amount of tokens we started with.
[ He points his index finger down toward the floor, drawing a little circle to emphasize his point. He doesn't waste time getting into the exact logistics, deciding that Komaeda can ask about it if he's unable to understand. The concept is quite simple, though - Hiyori's tokens would pass through the other three and end with him, and so on and so forth. ]
[ The second hospital stay had been a fair bit longer than the first. It had been over three weeks before they'd finally discharged him, despite his repeated insistence, as it seemed somebody higher up had decided that he would be staying whether he liked it or not. It wasn't all bad, though. As a top director of ASUNARO, he was only given the best care and treatments that the majority could only dream of. It's treatment that he would have gotten as outpatient care if not for that incident.
He's out now. He had let Komaeda know, but received no response. Hiyori had followed up a couple times before finally giving up, deciding that he would encounter him again when the time was right. He's on a much lower dosage of drugs, and he's been able to largely resume normal life. He's even able to go shopping now. He's on his way home, a red scarf wrapped around his neck, looking as prim and polished as ever.
He hums happily as he goes along, holding a couple paper bags in his arms. He would be able to return to work soon. It seems there was an issue with the clinic where they thought of him as permanently resigning, and that would no doubt be an exercise in frustration to fix, but he's opted to set it aside from just a few more days before he begins his efforts to fix the mess that's been created.
He looks around as he goes along. It seems as though he's been garnering unwanted attention as of late. There were those that had mistook him for the Ultimate Surgeon, no matter how many times he insisted that he was just an employee of ASUNARO.
That was another problem that he would need to deal with in short order. He had seen the missed calls on his phone, and he was happy enough to ignore them. ]
Hmmm, hmm, hmm~ ♪ I wonder if I'll have an unwanted guest today~ ☆ Maybe we can talk over coffee if so...
[ He talks to himself idly, amusing himself with this and that as he goes along. ]
[ Bandages on his arm, chest and thighs hide grafted and stitched up skin. They help to hold in damaged organs and blood that was slowly being replaced; a heart monitor that beeps steadily, the steady dripping of an IV, the occasional sound of footsteps outside or a doctor coming in and scribbling on a clipboard before the door shuts. He's been in and out of consciousness, enough to be vaguely aware of those things, enough to hear that it was a miracle that he was alive, but never for more than small sniplets of time.
Finally, though, there's the slight sound of shifting sheets and the creak of the bed. It's the first time since coming here a few days ago that he's been conscious for this long, though he only stares off to the side. There's none of his usual liveliness to that gaze. Was it just the drugs keeping his mind and body numb, or had something broken in him during those moments? Or perhaps it's just because he's ignorant of the other person in the room - it's not as though he was ever put with an other person.
He wants to go home, he thinks. He wants to crawl into his bed. It's too cold, and he feels sick and numb. He must be running a fever, and somebody would come in and place a cool washcloth on his forehead and stroke his hair and hum a little tune. When he gets better, he'll be taught the right way to do basic stitches and the right drugs to use for this and that, and how to crunch numbers and data and speak with people, and decide that he wants to be a surgeon. He would cut the sickness out of people, stitch up all their holes and flaws, make them anew, find every piece of what made them up and move it with skilled hands. He would study and research and find out everything. He would be the best at everything, he would know everyone, he would be the person who shaped the world and guided it. No god, no monster, just a man who would see everything through.
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The sound of the monitor is annoying. He wants to go home. He reaches his good hand over in an effort to get a grip on the device to pull it closer, and sucks in a sharp breath as he strains too many injured pieces of himself at once. ]
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don't worry it can only get more evil and ill from here
you asked for this js
they can do that once they're done inflicting misery it's fine
he'll visit it daily but only after he's dragged out his life as long as possible
it's fine they probably have a cure for that hoarded somewhere, he'll pull it out just for him
even better, he'll finally do some good for the world
he might need an antiacid ever though, i'm pretty sure trash will give you indigestion
just a little blood for the greater good, just make sure you remove all the slime before serving
they both are and it is and oh my god zooms to get rename token
FRIENDSHIP WITH KILLED ENDED, SLIME IS MY FRIEND NOW
SIGHS AND PULLS OUT WALLET...
I'M JUST GOING TO DIE LAUGHING TAG NOW he can be a good husband, kill him and take his money
GOOD YOU SHOULD, YOU DID THIIIIISSSSSS they really are though??? this guy's a rich asshole
LMFAOOOO he is very domestic so he'd be a good wife
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get those cameras out of my house
There's no dust build up or anything to suggest that it wasn't maintained, but it doesn't have a very lived in feeling to it either. The only sign that anyone is actively living there is the sweets that have been left out on the counter. By the looks of it, Hiyori has a sweet tooth. There's a boxed cake (only a quarter of it left,) cupcakes, and other sweet pastries - all from famous local bakeries - neatly organized. By any account, it's more sweets than one man should be eating.
There's a guest bedroom, and a door to a home office that is currently locked tight. Finally, there's his master bedroom which has the same air off modern, sleek and largely unused. The bed is neatly made, everything is well organized, and there's several bookcases filled with everything from textbooks to fiction. There's various little items in there - little hand made gifts and other miscellany, some with no real rhyme or reason to it, though there are quite a few cat items - his patients picked up on that one somehow. Still, there's no real cohesion, and it's safe to say that he's kept them solely because they were gifted.
There's no candy in here though as long as you don't look in the nightstand. There's pocky and candy bars stuffed in there, along with a rocketbook (wiped clean) and pen. But there's very few personal effects, and nothing that seems to identify him as a person. If the knickknacks were removed, it could pass as a show room. ]
he lives there sometimes? he's just in his office the rest of the time???
don't worry he has plenty more but he rolled well ig
damn right he is, ultimate surgeon is gonna make it so he only rolls d1s from now on
okay you got me there, fine he can have 2ds
that's true okay I'm giving up on this plan
IT WON'T HAPPEN DW GOD HATES HIM SO MUCH HIS WINDOW IS UNLOCKED
KOMAEDA IS OBJECTIVELY WORSE TO HAVE SNEAK IN
LOOK YOU CAN'T HELP WHO YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH
HE'S MENTALLY ILL TOO THO HOW HE SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT??????
I'M NOT I'M JUST SAYING IF YOU'RE ILL YOU'RE LIKE NUMB TO ILL
poor shin got broken down by life and midori, he was too ill
BECAUSE HE'S JUST WAY TOO NORMAL UNLIKE THESE GUYS
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OKAY BUT MAPLE REALLY IS THE CUTEST??? shin a normie, we replacing him with maple
BUT THEN YOU GET MAPLE!! SHE NEEDS A GOOD HOME TOOOOO
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The crime committed there had been completely washed away by then; there was no proper investigation - the entire thing had been hushed up by Namida out a mixture of respect for her coworker and guilt, and Hiyori himself had ensured that nothing would come of it. He had, however, had the entire place cleaned and replaced as needed, starting with the white carpet. The room has been redecorated in shades of blue, and it does seem whoever redid the room added some colorful accessories to the rest of the house... So there's that.
But in the interim, Komaeda will get a series of texts throughout the afternoon and into the evening... Rather than seeming as though he was intentionally spamming, the erratic timing might suggest that he's not quite all there to realize he's already texted... Then again, perhaps the fact that he's so constantly concerned about his image at all times might be enough to suggest that. ]
Komaeda-kun! I'm finally out of the hospital!!
Why don't you come over? I'll be a better host this time!!! I bought a new tea just for you, it's a little too bitter for me, but I'm sure you'd love it. ♡♡♡♡
What kind of movies do you like, Komaeda-kun? I can't leave the house, so we could watch something together...
Has Namida-chan been treating you? Let me know if she's not treating you well, Komaeda-kun, I'll make sure to handle it.
I miss you... Do you think they'll let me go back to work soon? I want to see everyone again...
Do you still have the key to my apartment? I gave it to you, right?
I miss you, Komaeda-kun... I don't know how anyone can stand living alone. I hate it. That's why I try not to be here.
I can't lay on my back because of the stab wound I have... This is terrible... Can I lay my head in your lap?
Come visit me sometime, okay? It gets lonely here by myself... They told me I have to wait until it heals entire, Komaeda-kun...
[ The next two come in rapid succession: ]
Do you think if I double dose on my painkillers that I can go back to work sooner? Oh, I can't treat patients that way though, can I...?
I have to give Komaeda-kun the best care possible, because I love him...!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ So I'll put all of my affection into it...! ♡
[ Then, a bit later, once the next dose has really kicked in: ]
Kooooommmaaaaddaaaaaaaaaa-kunnnnnn
[ He's on painkillers. Very strong painkillers. And if Komaeda does so choose to come over, he'll find him laying on his stomach on the couch, face pressed into a pillow that he has one arm wrapped around, while the other lays on the armrest with the phone still in his grasp.
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He is not being a better host than last time. Sorry Komaeda. But at least this time he has a valid excuse. ]
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Komaeda-kun...!
[ His voice is a little slurred, no doubt a result of the pain medication. He winces despite that as he reaches out in a pitiful effort to grasp the other before his hand falls back to the side of the armrest. His other arm remains against wrapped around the pillow, and there's a pitiful sound as he adjusts his chin to at least not be smothering himself against the pillow. ]
You came to see me... Ah, I found a mystery to watch... I bought some curry powder too, it's not too sweet... Since Komaeda-kun doesn't like sweet things...
[ If Komaeda cares to look at the TV, the dimmed screen will show State of Play (2009). Hiyori doesn't actually know if it's good, but it does appear that his half-aware self had made the conscious effort to find something based on that response. He tries to push himself up using one arm as well before flopping back down onto the sofa, chin dropping onto the pillow as his eyes remain pointed upward, seeming puzzled by that action. He had to be a better host this time, after all, or Komaeda wouldn't come back.
Just what kind of drugs had they given him...? Well, the best that ASUNARO could offer, of course. ]
S-sorry... Just... A minute... Ah, it's tea for guests first...
[ It will probably be, in fact, more than just a minute. What has he been surviving on these past days? Probably best not to ask based on the various now empty sweets cartons that had been there before.
Does he really seem like he's in any shape to properly go shopping? ]
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Much like a cat, Hiyori is far more interested in the task of bothering and clinging to their current handler. Such as it is, Komaeda currently has a one grown man latched onto him, warms wrapped around his head and half leaning on him, alternating between dozing and awareness in this awkward position, humming happily as he does so. ]
Hmm~ Komaeda-kun is right, I have to get better quickly.
[ That's not what he was saying at all, actually, but he heard something about hobbies and jobs and has so chosen to interpret that as he wish. He hangs onto this thought for all of as long as it takes to finish the sentence. ]
Ah, I know! We could go the aquarium... Did you know that there's a famous one near here, Komaeda-kun? ♡
[ His words are slurring a little. Presumably he should not be out in public at all right now.
Once upon a time they were having a conversation, but not anymore. ]
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[ He's probably due for a nasty crash in a couple hours, really, but right now he still seems content enough. He eases off of Komaeda in order to the glass, sipping at it slowly. He's pleased with the reaction the suggestion elicits. It's a thought that had before, but he had skipped a step in inviting Komaeda to his apartment first. But it was a place that he loved, and one that he felt present company would enjoy as well.
He nods. ]
Mmhm. I'm sure that you'd enjoy it...
[ Hiyori's already thinking about all the exhibits he'd like to show him. There's a little specialty coffee shop inside, too, that might be nice - he didn't care for it, but he could tolerate some of their blends with just half and half. It was a wonderful little spot to take a break.
He leans over to kiss Komaeda's temple. He seems pretty enthusiastic about the idea, at least. ]
I'm sure I'd enjoy it more with you there, too... [ He thinks he'd like to see the jellies and sea turtles, and - ] Oh, they have otters there, too.
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He'd gotten stabbed the first time, and torn open his injury this time.
Hiyori's eyes flutter open, and it takes him a little bit to adjust to the light in the room. It takes longer for him to turn his head to take in his surroundings. It's warm and comfortable, full of familiar scents that stopped bothering him long ago. He blinks slowly, trying to remember what had happened. He was walking outside, and...? Ah, he must have finally collapsed. How careless. He had at least hoped to make it home first.
He must not have expected to find anyone there, because he looks a little puzzled when his eyes land on Komaeda. But he offers a hazy smile. ]
Komaeda-kun...
[ He sounds a little out of it, though whether that's whatever drugs they had given him or he's just still waking up is dubious. He tries to piece together what else had been happening at that time. That's right, he was dealing with the police, and a patient, so then... ]
Did Sasahara-san not see you home safely? I'll have to talk to her.
[ That should have been his job, but he's disappointed that she hadn't in his place. She was normally so good with kids in particular. Despite her serious nature, she was incredibly fond of children. But then, that's only natural he supposes, for a person who was so passionate about protecting the weak and vulnerable. ]
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Perhaps it's because along with Sara, Hiyori is a natural born leader, but he seems to have no problem assisting others while managing the pain inflicted upon himself by the loss of two of their own. Rather, he's thrown himself completely in trying to ensure that there are no further complications.
To that end, he's approaching one Nagito Komaeda with that warm and welcoming smile on his face. It seems that his peculiar attitude had successfully alienated the majority of the group, and so it was up to those who weren't so misguided to continue to reach out. ]
Komaeda-kun! Might I ask a favor? You see, Yabusame-san, Burgerberg-san and myself had quite the idea, but we need one more person for it to work!
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Ah, then perhaps we had the same idea? That's what I came here to speak with you about... You see, after speaking with them and a couple others, I believe I understand the point of this game.
[ He shakes the little bag in his hand holding his me tokens. ]
This is a game of buying and selling trust, is it not? So I believe that the wins and losses shall be determined by which of us obtains the most "trust..."
[ He clears his throat, moving onto a more concise explanation: ]
If I'm correct, then we should only need to have the tokens pass hands for it to count. With four of us, we could create a little loop in which we can trade a sufficient amount to not need to worry, while ending with the same amount of tokens we started with.
[ He points his index finger down toward the floor, drawing a little circle to emphasize his point. He doesn't waste time getting into the exact logistics, deciding that Komaeda can ask about it if he's unable to understand. The concept is quite simple, though - Hiyori's tokens would pass through the other three and end with him, and so on and so forth. ]
What do you think?
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He's out now. He had let Komaeda know, but received no response. Hiyori had followed up a couple times before finally giving up, deciding that he would encounter him again when the time was right. He's on a much lower dosage of drugs, and he's been able to largely resume normal life. He's even able to go shopping now. He's on his way home, a red scarf wrapped around his neck, looking as prim and polished as ever.
He hums happily as he goes along, holding a couple paper bags in his arms. He would be able to return to work soon. It seems there was an issue with the clinic where they thought of him as permanently resigning, and that would no doubt be an exercise in frustration to fix, but he's opted to set it aside from just a few more days before he begins his efforts to fix the mess that's been created.
He looks around as he goes along. It seems as though he's been garnering unwanted attention as of late. There were those that had mistook him for the Ultimate Surgeon, no matter how many times he insisted that he was just an employee of ASUNARO.
That was another problem that he would need to deal with in short order. He had seen the missed calls on his phone, and he was happy enough to ignore them. ]
Hmmm, hmm, hmm~ ♪ I wonder if I'll have an unwanted guest today~ ☆ Maybe we can talk over coffee if so...
[ He talks to himself idly, amusing himself with this and that as he goes along. ]
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the way i thought i hit send like 3 hrs ago
stopppp i had 20 tabs up and only noticed bc i went to open more
i closed them!!! it's just my email and tags now
i know why is he picking now to try to be responsible wtf
you're probably right that's all he thinks about
LOOK HE JUST WANTS THE SEX TBH IT IS USELESS I HATE HIM
SIGH FINE he won't be a responsible adult, i'm taking it back, he's gonna be irresponsible
HE WAS TRYING TO BE GOOD i won't let him... he deserves that, hope it's a knife in the gut
STOP I WAS THINKING OF SCHOOL DAYS
OKAY FINE YEAH THAT'S A LIL EXTRA
STOP put a small bomb in him right now bc i refuse to let him get lucky
sometimes i think about how his pettiness overrides his horniness every time
i think in this case killing is love, komaeda is doing this for love
i think it's a pure kind of love (and pettiness)
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Finally, though, there's the slight sound of shifting sheets and the creak of the bed. It's the first time since coming here a few days ago that he's been conscious for this long, though he only stares off to the side. There's none of his usual liveliness to that gaze. Was it just the drugs keeping his mind and body numb, or had something broken in him during those moments? Or perhaps it's just because he's ignorant of the other person in the room - it's not as though he was ever put with an other person.
He wants to go home, he thinks. He wants to crawl into his bed. It's too cold, and he feels sick and numb. He must be running a fever, and somebody would come in and place a cool washcloth on his forehead and stroke his hair and hum a little tune. When he gets better, he'll be taught the right way to do basic stitches and the right drugs to use for this and that, and how to crunch numbers and data and speak with people, and decide that he wants to be a surgeon. He would cut the sickness out of people, stitch up all their holes and flaws, make them anew, find every piece of what made them up and move it with skilled hands. He would study and research and find out everything. He would be the best at everything, he would know everyone, he would be the person who shaped the world and guided it. No god, no monster, just a man who would see everything through.
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The sound of the monitor is annoying. He wants to go home. He reaches his good hand over in an effort to get a grip on the device to pull it closer, and sucks in a sharp breath as he strains too many injured pieces of himself at once. ]
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