[ Judging by the look in his eyes, Hiyori was released both too late and too early. He was, without a doubt, the Ultimate Surgeon who could handle any amount of pain. He was also Sou Hiyori, who had no desire for such humanly constructs as pain and suffering. The latter seems to have run out as he paws at Komaeda, a pathetic effort that's barely more than a clawing of the hand that had once held his phone.
What was he planning on doing if Komaeda didn't answer...? Well, isn't that obvious? Hiyori would have been shook from his slumber by a lack of oxygen, shifted his head to the side, and continued his soft snoring. As it is, whatever they had given him is strong enough that no normal person would have been left alone on it - and no doubt if they thought he'd be texting a random patient on it, Hiyori would not have been either. Yet, he looks up with his chin rested on the pillow, continuing, ]
Komaeda-kun is my wife tonight...!? Ahh, I'm so blessed... ♡
[ To his credit, this truly is the most content Komaeda might have seen him outside of the hospital - he was always a little tense, even during his most relaxed state, aware yet occasionally not aware of an upcoming threat. But now, well - it's the same as his career. None of the above seems to matter. Not his name, not his image, not his career, no his ambitions and paranoia... There truly is just Sou Hiyori, plain and simple. ]
Komaeda-kun...! Cheap takeout is fine, so just order something...
[ He holds out his hand, and it's clear that he doesn't realize quite yet that his phone has been taken. He seems to realize the same after several seconds, blinking, but undeterred. ]
Hmhmhm... I think Chinese take out is traditional... Ahh, a night with Komaeda-kun.... If you're my wife, can I call you Nagito-kun...? ♡♡♡♡♡♡
[ Perhaps it's because of his rich upbringing, but he seems a little excused at the idea. Whatever the case, he certainly seems pleased about the idea in his head. But with that said, he seems to have exhausted all of his efforts, so he's going to turn his head to the side (visibly flinching as he shifts positions despite it al) turning his face to the TV side as he waits for Komaeda to join him.
That said, he is also going to edge himself over a little and stretch out his hand to take the box. It takes a little more effort than it should, but he does manage to take it. It's his one bit of true competence for the day.
Thank God he's not going to remember any of this because no amount of hope would save him from death by embarrassment. ]
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What was he planning on doing if Komaeda didn't answer...? Well, isn't that obvious? Hiyori would have been shook from his slumber by a lack of oxygen, shifted his head to the side, and continued his soft snoring. As it is, whatever they had given him is strong enough that no normal person would have been left alone on it - and no doubt if they thought he'd be texting a random patient on it, Hiyori would not have been either. Yet, he looks up with his chin rested on the pillow, continuing, ]
Komaeda-kun is my wife tonight...!? Ahh, I'm so blessed... ♡
[ To his credit, this truly is the most content Komaeda might have seen him outside of the hospital - he was always a little tense, even during his most relaxed state, aware yet occasionally not aware of an upcoming threat. But now, well - it's the same as his career. None of the above seems to matter. Not his name, not his image, not his career, no his ambitions and paranoia... There truly is just Sou Hiyori, plain and simple. ]
Komaeda-kun...! Cheap takeout is fine, so just order something...
[ He holds out his hand, and it's clear that he doesn't realize quite yet that his phone has been taken. He seems to realize the same after several seconds, blinking, but undeterred. ]
Hmhmhm... I think Chinese take out is traditional... Ahh, a night with Komaeda-kun.... If you're my wife, can I call you Nagito-kun...? ♡♡♡♡♡♡
[ Perhaps it's because of his rich upbringing, but he seems a little excused at the idea. Whatever the case, he certainly seems pleased about the idea in his head. But with that said, he seems to have exhausted all of his efforts, so he's going to turn his head to the side (visibly flinching as he shifts positions despite it al) turning his face to the TV side as he waits for Komaeda to join him.
That said, he is also going to edge himself over a little and stretch out his hand to take the box. It takes a little more effort than it should, but he does manage to take it. It's his one bit of true competence for the day.
Thank God he's not going to remember any of this because no amount of hope would save him from death by embarrassment. ]