[ When questioned, Hiyori seems to grow puzzled himself. It was difficult to keep track of any one thought for very long, and even moreso if he couldn't focus on any one thing. He freezes the second that Komaeda's hands touch his hips, and there's a small attempt an interjection at the start ("No long--!?") but those concerns are quickly lost as Komaeda guides him back down the sofa. There's a grimace as he against the back of the sofa, but he recovers quickly enough. ]
Ah... Alright, Komaeda-kun...
[ He really is out of it. He watches as Komaeda leaves the room. He does check the time now and, finding it to be about right, pops the pills in his mouth and takes a few sips from a half-empty glass of water to wash them down. He lets out a small sigh as he lays back down, on his side now, watching the dimmed and unchanging screen. They had instructed him to avoid moving more than necessary, and sitting up was hard (but then, so was everything.)
It shouldn't be too much trouble to find the hairbands in the bathroom. They're tucked away in a drawer under the sink, along with a couple hairbrushes and other accessories. There's a pair of containers, one with simple black bands while the other has an assortment of colors. ]
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Ah... Alright, Komaeda-kun...
[ He really is out of it. He watches as Komaeda leaves the room. He does check the time now and, finding it to be about right, pops the pills in his mouth and takes a few sips from a half-empty glass of water to wash them down. He lets out a small sigh as he lays back down, on his side now, watching the dimmed and unchanging screen. They had instructed him to avoid moving more than necessary, and sitting up was hard (but then, so was everything.)
It shouldn't be too much trouble to find the hairbands in the bathroom. They're tucked away in a drawer under the sink, along with a couple hairbrushes and other accessories. There's a pair of containers, one with simple black bands while the other has an assortment of colors. ]