[ Hiyori props his elbow up on the table, leaning his chin onto his palm, fingers curled as he watches as Komaeda tries to process the situation that he's in. For a person who had never been loved in any significant capacity, it must be like trying to learn a foreign language. ]
I would, and I imagine that you would refuse me. [ He chuckles, having already played out that exact scenario in his head, ] In that case, I would have to find you a ride home. I have a few people that I would trust to do so, and they're always happy to make a few extra hundred yen to be a chauffeur.
[ Well, that's not quite right. It would be far more expensive than a regular taxi. But there was precious little difference between a few hundred and a few thousand, and he would feel more secure entrusting a person so accident prone to a more reliable individual than a random taxi driver.
His point made, he does slide back out of the chair, stepping over to the cabinet and rifling through it until he finds a box of saltine crackers. He tugs his phone out of his pocket as he starts to step over to the fridge, thumb sliding across the screen. ]
Or perhaps you'd rather I take you back to my apartment? It's much closer, and I do have a spare bedroom. I wouldn't mind being able to monitor you for a little while longer.
[ Really, Hiyori just doesn't care for the idea of leaving him alone in such a fragile condition. ]
dear god he really does have junko energy doesn't he? i shudder to think of those two coordinating
Yes. Because I love you, Komaeda-kun.
[ Hiyori props his elbow up on the table, leaning his chin onto his palm, fingers curled as he watches as Komaeda tries to process the situation that he's in. For a person who had never been loved in any significant capacity, it must be like trying to learn a foreign language. ]
I would, and I imagine that you would refuse me. [ He chuckles, having already played out that exact scenario in his head, ] In that case, I would have to find you a ride home. I have a few people that I would trust to do so, and they're always happy to make a few extra hundred yen to be a chauffeur.
[ Well, that's not quite right. It would be far more expensive than a regular taxi. But there was precious little difference between a few hundred and a few thousand, and he would feel more secure entrusting a person so accident prone to a more reliable individual than a random taxi driver.
His point made, he does slide back out of the chair, stepping over to the cabinet and rifling through it until he finds a box of saltine crackers. He tugs his phone out of his pocket as he starts to step over to the fridge, thumb sliding across the screen. ]
Or perhaps you'd rather I take you back to my apartment? It's much closer, and I do have a spare bedroom. I wouldn't mind being able to monitor you for a little while longer.
[ Really, Hiyori just doesn't care for the idea of leaving him alone in such a fragile condition. ]