[ 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. ]
Really!? Don't worry, Komaeda-kun, it's fine! I can barely feel anything. Ah, if you want to watch something else the remote is here--... ow, ow, ow...
[ Which does appear to be true for the most part, and one can only imagine the agony he would be in right now without painkillers, but unfortunately it also allows him to do stupid things like lean forward so he's halfway on his stomach and stretching over as far as he can on the coffee table to grab the remote there. Naturally, all of the above puts strain on his back, and in the process of this he very nearly just flops forward onto the floor.
He's just going to hang out there, halfway off the couch, with one arm stretched out on the coffee table with the remote in hand and the other on the floor for a minute here until his newest wave of dizziness passes. It was probably a bad idea, but that fact doesn't quite occur to him. One can only hope that he does not remember even a single moment of his time spent in this state or the embarrassment truly will kill him.
He laughs weakly, and it comes about ten seconds later than it should. Truly, Komaeda is seeing the best of the Ultimate Surgeon today. ]
[ He's fortunate that Komaeda is here, really. The medication he's on makes it difficult for him to tell if he's sustained an injury, and even when it registers it's dull. He has a few recent bruises hidden under his clothes from that. It was a consequence of caring for himself while under the influence, and his saving grace has been how much he's slept and how little he's moved. But he's pulled up now and before he knows it he's laying in Komaeda's lap. He shifts his position a little, nuzzles his cheek against him, and places his hand on Komaeda's thigh as he settles in. He seems happy enough with his set up though.
Really... It would be nice to have a person around. Hiyori wonders why he never has now, and perhaps if he were always this mentally empty he could. For now he smiles that dreamy smile, but he truly does seem content. This is, after all, everything he'd hoped for. ]
... You're right. I'm sorry Komaeda-kun. I'm...
[ He falls silent for a moment. Even now, in a half aware state, somehow admitting to being alone feels like too much. It's too sad for anyone. He was still in contact with his parents, of course, but he hadn't told them what occurred. They were kind and loving, but busy, so busy, just like him. So that smile falters before returning as he feels fingers brushing his hair back. It's so warm, so comforting... It doesn't matter what it is, he just wants to touch this person. He just wants to feel their touch on him. ]
Well, I suppose I'm just used to caring for others! But... I just want to think about Komaeda-kun right now... Because I love you more than anyone...
[ Is this the best time to ask him a question such as that, or is it the worst? It depends on one's perspective. Hiyori blinks several times, slowly processing that. Why he's like this...? He thinks about that, but it's not until Komaeda continues on that he finally grasps it. It's hard for him to focus on the question when the feeling of soft fingers running through his hair is so distracting, the distinct feeling of his hair being tied back. His thoughts wander, and he thinks that he really should redo his guest bedroom as well. The master bedroom was done in blue, so perhaps shades of red would be good for the guest bedroom. It would add some color to his house. It had been suggested to him that he do so.
Red and blue... He closes his eyes briefly, losing track of his original thoughts as the conversation moves on. ]
Black pepper steak...? Ah, I've never tried that, but if Komaeda-kun recommends it then I will.
[ He's relatively still now, seeming to have found a comfortable position, though his head raises slightly as he yawns before settling back down, and his sluggish thoughts finally remind him to answer the original question. It's a little out of order, but perhaps it doesn't matter. He needed the extra time to properly think on it, and even now he can't quite do so. But the answer is simple and honest, and it rolls off his tongue easily, ]
I love you, Komaeda-kun.
[ The rest is more complicated. If he were in the right state, he might be able to affirm Komaeda's thought; the world was gray and dull, devoid of all color. It was boring and simple, and he his genius meant that he needed to make his own entertainment at all times. What hope was there for a person who could learn any skill, who could take anything that they desired, and who could overcome any obstacle? He had built himself up so far that everything seemed trivial. He breathes out a little sigh. ]
My talent can't be replicated... No, I have a natural talent that no one will match... Hm, I suppose you'd need to artificially replicate it, then...
[ He murmurs these incomprehensible things, which would no doubt make sense if only he had the sense of mind for them to do so. As it is, they're just the remnants of whatever he's been puzzling through. It doesn't matter, in the end, if talent is man made or artificial. But he's curious to see the effects of the latter. Would it bend, would it break, would it succeed? Would they grow as bored with the world as him? Would it an even grayer and emptier world than his own? Ahhh... There was truly no hope for those who could only watch from above...
Those thoughts come and go quickly now. His world has red and blue, which meld together to form purple. It has a botch of green hitting against black and white. A drug-induced happiness is still a form of happiness. ]
I love you, Komaeda-kun, [ He repeats, ] I'm never bored with you... Ahaha... I'm always so happy...
[ And for somebody who was so difficult to match, that was a rare treat. ]
[ There's a little objection at the claim that he hasn't eaten properly, though it is of course true enough. There were too many times when he lived off of sweets when well and his current state hasn't done him any favors. His attention shifts quickly, and he nods slowly. It was such a ridiculous idea, such a pointless endeavor, but it was one in which they'd hoped to achieve. It was the idea of an AI with a heart... No, the idea of creating a human. Not just that, the idea of using such means to preserve one's own existence.
Wouldn't that be wonderful? Wouldn't it be amazing? To create the perfect human, to become a perfect replication, to no longer have to worry about heirs and replacements and injury and death. There were other uses for such creations and technology, but those were the ones of particular interest to him. Ah, but even if one were to disregard that, the thought of what changes could be made to the human mind using technology! Erasing and adding memories as one pleased, extensive rewiring... There were no limits to what work could be done.
That, too, is why the Ultimate Surgeon's work would never be done, and this is just a brief reprieve from it. He laughs softly, and even through his mental haze Hiyori thinks just briefly that he'd like Komaeda to see how much potential humans have. ]
Mm... If it's not, we'll make it so.
[ He blinks slowly as Komaeda continues on. ]
Hm? I'm not making anything difficult.
[ He murmurs, seeming puzzled by that claim. His statement is not quite right either, he is fact making many things difficult for many people, but in this particular case Hiyori is coming up blank. Though speaking of coming up blank... He probably had an answer to that question at one point or another, but he seems to have lost it in the midst of all the subject changes and nearly breaking an arm. He will part his lips when prompted though, continuing to murmur, more to himself this time, ]
[ Hiyori wonders what Komaeda would say if he told him that his partners tended to be of the majority. The couple of times he had dated another Ultimate was in order to further his own agenda in one way or another, but her otherwise didn't concern himself with such matters. After all, if he wanted to date somebody so much like him, he would just mimic Narcissus and fall in love with his own reflection. The world was gray and dull, but every once in awhile he could find somebody who would show them a hint of color, and every once in awhile he could stain his world with a brilliant red.
Though he will admit, that beautiful scarlet that had stained his world at Hope's Peak had been the most beautiful of all.
But even so, he prefers the shades of red and blue that Komaeda brings into his life, the way that they mix into purple. ]
If it's somebody Namida chose for you, I'm sure they'll do their job well.
[ He no doubt knows it's inevitable that he would be transferred, but it still stings a little to hear. No doubt the would be one of the most skilled in the field, but nonetheless a disappointment his eeyes
Speaking of his desires and actions... He rubs his face against Komaeda's lap like the drugged up weirdo that he is. ]
Bu~ut I can still take you back, you know~ ♡
[ Actually he can't for another several weeks, but details. He seems enthusiastic enough about it. ]
[ He doesn't get the chance to point out that he likely knows the doctor he's seeing now and could likely ask for him back before he's cut off by Komaeda. Hiyori can't be upset with that, though, not when Komaeda's showing him affection like this (and more generally, really.) It's hard with his current limitations.
The question takes him a little longer to answer, as he's sluggish to process it. Work on someone else...? ]
Maybe...
[ His tone suggests that he's making an effort to politely refuse that suggestion. ]
I don't take many patients... That's why I can give them the best care possible.
[ He had more than enough money to satisfy him, and ASUNARO paid as well as his job. Hiyori only needed to take those cases that interested him enough to do so, those where his talents could be put to use, and then occasionally in the interest of doing business with a person who could make him a particularly good offer. That wasn't terribly common, though, he was no longer the Ultimate Surgeon and so there was no need for anyone to approach him.
But truthfully, the spot that Komaeda had taken was empty for some time before him. ]
[ Hiyori doesn't like unfinished business, and he doesn't like untreated patients, but he is once more unable to say so due to his own sluggish pace combined with the rapid changes in topic and circumstances. He listens patiently instead, blinking slowly. He should eat, but it doesn't seem like any particular problem if he doesn't; the painkillers suppressed his appetite, and he supposes he must still have some instant ramen bowls hidden somewhere about.
He lifts his hand off of Komaeda's thigh, groping around for Komaeda's hand so that he might place his hand over it. ]
... Mm. I'd be happy if you did, Komaeda-kun.
[ He shifts a little, trying to look up at him properly. ]
Nothing bad will happen to you as long as I'm here because you made me a god, remember...?
[ Though he's only as much of one as before - although, perhaps not quite. He had killed and controlled before, but now he had survived death as well, so perhaps it truly could be called a god. But that hardly mattered. He wouldn't let anything happen, and if it did, he would fix it. He would figure something out. ]
[ He's too fuzzy headed to find an accurate response to that claim, but Hiyori inherently understands that he has no desire to be God if warnings are all that he can offer. He had already given so many, after all.
But none of that seems to matter, no more than the movie in the background or the thought of eating, or even the oncoming storm. There's only the warm feeling of Komaeda's lap, the small smile that graces Komaeda's lips, the sight of his green eyes. Emerald green eyes, beautiful despite their emptiness. Dementia patients are like gemstones, and he wonders if Komaeda isn't more like an emerald than a diamond - a hard stone that's durability is ruined by the fractures and inclusions scattered throughout it. If only he were allowed to, Hiyori will fill in every crack and transform him into something entirely different.
If the Ultimate Surgeon were allowed to play God with him, he could be revived as a human once more. He could just be another person, loved by others. ]
That's alright... I have what you brought me! [ that's not nutritionally sound at all but details. ] Just as long as you're here, Komaeda-kun. [ He slowly moves his head back and forth, nuzzling his nose against the other's. ] It's been lonely.
[ The name Yukizome gives him a pause. He blinks slowly as Komaeda is speaking, trying to put the name to a face, and when he finally does his smile twitches a bit. Was it the same one? It wasn't such an uncommon surname that it couldn't be another, but just the possibility is enough to make him uncomfortable. Without a doubt, the name and talent matched.
He wonders if they were aware of him yet. Ah, the timing here couldn't be worse. He noramlly is smoother than this. Normally he would brush off such a suggestion with an embarrassed laugh and some excuse about how embarrassing it would be for this to be his reunion with someone, or otherwise to feign not knowing her at all, and certainly that he couldn't have anyone over to his apartment that he didn't trust. But he's high on drugs and not thinking clearly, and so what immediately comes out instead is - ]
Yukizome-chan? No, she wouldn't want to see me.
[ Nor does he want to see her. Really, it wouldn't do for him to survive being stabbed only to be smothered by a pillow or something equally ridiculous because somebody was holding a silly grudge. ]
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[ How fortunate. He wasn't terribly looking forward to the consequences of that phone call. He flinches when the phone is dropped, though he lifts it up to look at. That was quick, though perhaps it was just his skewed sense of time that made him think it so. Hiyori pushes himself up into a sitting position carefully, finding the motion less painful this time. The newest dose must be kicking in.
He supposes it inevitable that Komaeda would continue to loop back around to the idea of him being around Ultimates, but not even drugs are enough to keep that idea from making him sick - but especially those who knew him in those days. They had no desire to see him. There was no way he could expect Komaeda to understand that, though. ]
[ Komaeda, he thinks, is less of a wife and more akin to a parent fussing over their child. It's a bit embarrassing for an adult to be treated as such, even if he's not that much older. It was impressive how fast he'd accumulated his talent and put it into practice. He listens to the sound of footsteps as he lays there, to the door opening, and the storm settling in. Cracks of thunder followed by the heavy sounds of rain falling.
Hiyori doesn't care for strong storms, but he likes rainy days. Quiet mornings where the sun is clouded and rain patters against the window, when he can lay under the covers and just listen to it as he puts off getting up for too long, before eventually sitting near the window with his coffee in hand and a phone showing the news in the other. But he's always hated weather like this.
He lays there for a few moments longer than he should before he nods, once more forcing himself to sit up and reaching to take the bag and pull it onto his lap. ]
[ The bag is set next to him for the moment, the popped off, and he picks at it. It takes him longer than it should, as he doesn't quite have his normal dexterity, but it was a good choice. He doesn't mind other flavors, so long as it's not too spicy, but he favors sweetness above all else. He logically understands that it's a far better choice for him than the simple sugars he's favored now more than ever.
Normally he could at least force himself to eat proper meals when he had the mindset for it, understanding the importance of nutritional balance (despite always treating himself after,) but at present simple sugars were far easier for him to consume. It was too hard to cook, it was too hard to order, it was too much effort to go through all the steps. He'd made some effort now, but without a doubt he would have just popped pills and water and stayed on the sofa all night if not for Komaeda's efforts. ]
Of course not. I'm happy, Komaeda-kun, because Komaeda-kun is here!
[ He shifts his chopsticks to the opposite hand so he can reach over to stroke Komaeda's hair for a few moments. There's a twinge of pain as he leans, but nothing enough to deter him. ]
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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. ]
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[ Which does appear to be true for the most part, and one can only imagine the agony he would be in right now without painkillers, but unfortunately it also allows him to do stupid things like lean forward so he's halfway on his stomach and stretching over as far as he can on the coffee table to grab the remote there. Naturally, all of the above puts strain on his back, and in the process of this he very nearly just flops forward onto the floor.
He's just going to hang out there, halfway off the couch, with one arm stretched out on the coffee table with the remote in hand and the other on the floor for a minute here until his newest wave of dizziness passes. It was probably a bad idea, but that fact doesn't quite occur to him. One can only hope that he does not remember even a single moment of his time spent in this state or the embarrassment truly will kill him.
He laughs weakly, and it comes about ten seconds later than it should. Truly, Komaeda is seeing the best of the Ultimate Surgeon today. ]
Ahahaha... Just give me a moment...
[ ... He meant well, at least? ]
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Really... It would be nice to have a person around. Hiyori wonders why he never has now, and perhaps if he were always this mentally empty he could. For now he smiles that dreamy smile, but he truly does seem content. This is, after all, everything he'd hoped for. ]
... You're right. I'm sorry Komaeda-kun. I'm...
[ He falls silent for a moment. Even now, in a half aware state, somehow admitting to being alone feels like too much. It's too sad for anyone. He was still in contact with his parents, of course, but he hadn't told them what occurred. They were kind and loving, but busy, so busy, just like him. So that smile falters before returning as he feels fingers brushing his hair back. It's so warm, so comforting... It doesn't matter what it is, he just wants to touch this person. He just wants to feel their touch on him. ]
Well, I suppose I'm just used to caring for others! But... I just want to think about Komaeda-kun right now... Because I love you more than anyone...
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Red and blue... He closes his eyes briefly, losing track of his original thoughts as the conversation moves on. ]
Black pepper steak...? Ah, I've never tried that, but if Komaeda-kun recommends it then I will.
[ He's relatively still now, seeming to have found a comfortable position, though his head raises slightly as he yawns before settling back down, and his sluggish thoughts finally remind him to answer the original question. It's a little out of order, but perhaps it doesn't matter. He needed the extra time to properly think on it, and even now he can't quite do so. But the answer is simple and honest, and it rolls off his tongue easily, ]
I love you, Komaeda-kun.
[ The rest is more complicated. If he were in the right state, he might be able to affirm Komaeda's thought; the world was gray and dull, devoid of all color. It was boring and simple, and he his genius meant that he needed to make his own entertainment at all times. What hope was there for a person who could learn any skill, who could take anything that they desired, and who could overcome any obstacle? He had built himself up so far that everything seemed trivial. He breathes out a little sigh. ]
My talent can't be replicated... No, I have a natural talent that no one will match... Hm, I suppose you'd need to artificially replicate it, then...
[ He murmurs these incomprehensible things, which would no doubt make sense if only he had the sense of mind for them to do so. As it is, they're just the remnants of whatever he's been puzzling through. It doesn't matter, in the end, if talent is man made or artificial. But he's curious to see the effects of the latter. Would it bend, would it break, would it succeed? Would they grow as bored with the world as him? Would it an even grayer and emptier world than his own? Ahhh... There was truly no hope for those who could only watch from above...
Those thoughts come and go quickly now. His world has red and blue, which meld together to form purple. It has a botch of green hitting against black and white. A drug-induced happiness is still a form of happiness. ]
I love you, Komaeda-kun, [ He repeats, ] I'm never bored with you... Ahaha... I'm always so happy...
[ And for somebody who was so difficult to match, that was a rare treat. ]
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Wouldn't that be wonderful? Wouldn't it be amazing? To create the perfect human, to become a perfect replication, to no longer have to worry about heirs and replacements and injury and death. There were other uses for such creations and technology, but those were the ones of particular interest to him. Ah, but even if one were to disregard that, the thought of what changes could be made to the human mind using technology! Erasing and adding memories as one pleased, extensive rewiring... There were no limits to what work could be done.
That, too, is why the Ultimate Surgeon's work would never be done, and this is just a brief reprieve from it. He laughs softly, and even through his mental haze Hiyori thinks just briefly that he'd like Komaeda to see how much potential humans have. ]
Mm... If it's not, we'll make it so.
[ He blinks slowly as Komaeda continues on. ]
Hm? I'm not making anything difficult.
[ He murmurs, seeming puzzled by that claim. His statement is not quite right either, he is fact making many things difficult for many people, but in this particular case Hiyori is coming up blank. Though speaking of coming up blank... He probably had an answer to that question at one point or another, but he seems to have lost it in the midst of all the subject changes and nearly breaking an arm. He will part his lips when prompted though, continuing to murmur, more to himself this time, ]
What did I want...?
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Though he will admit, that beautiful scarlet that had stained his world at Hope's Peak had been the most beautiful of all.
But even so, he prefers the shades of red and blue that Komaeda brings into his life, the way that they mix into purple. ]
If it's somebody Namida chose for you, I'm sure they'll do their job well.
[ He no doubt knows it's inevitable that he would be transferred, but it still stings a little to hear. No doubt the would be one of the most skilled in the field, but nonetheless a disappointment his eeyes
Speaking of his desires and actions... He rubs his face against Komaeda's lap like the drugged up weirdo that he is. ]
Bu~ut I can still take you back, you know~ ♡
[ Actually he can't for another several weeks, but details. He seems enthusiastic enough about it. ]
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The question takes him a little longer to answer, as he's sluggish to process it. Work on someone else...? ]
Maybe...
[ His tone suggests that he's making an effort to politely refuse that suggestion. ]
I don't take many patients... That's why I can give them the best care possible.
[ He had more than enough money to satisfy him, and ASUNARO paid as well as his job. Hiyori only needed to take those cases that interested him enough to do so, those where his talents could be put to use, and then occasionally in the interest of doing business with a person who could make him a particularly good offer. That wasn't terribly common, though, he was no longer the Ultimate Surgeon and so there was no need for anyone to approach him.
But truthfully, the spot that Komaeda had taken was empty for some time before him. ]
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He lifts his hand off of Komaeda's thigh, groping around for Komaeda's hand so that he might place his hand over it. ]
... Mm. I'd be happy if you did, Komaeda-kun.
[ He shifts a little, trying to look up at him properly. ]
Nothing bad will happen to you as long as I'm here because you made me a god, remember...?
[ Though he's only as much of one as before - although, perhaps not quite. He had killed and controlled before, but now he had survived death as well, so perhaps it truly could be called a god. But that hardly mattered. He wouldn't let anything happen, and if it did, he would fix it. He would figure something out. ]
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But none of that seems to matter, no more than the movie in the background or the thought of eating, or even the oncoming storm. There's only the warm feeling of Komaeda's lap, the small smile that graces Komaeda's lips, the sight of his green eyes. Emerald green eyes, beautiful despite their emptiness. Dementia patients are like gemstones, and he wonders if Komaeda isn't more like an emerald than a diamond - a hard stone that's durability is ruined by the fractures and inclusions scattered throughout it. If only he were allowed to, Hiyori will fill in every crack and transform him into something entirely different.
If the Ultimate Surgeon were allowed to play God with him, he could be revived as a human once more. He could just be another person, loved by others. ]
That's alright... I have what you brought me! [ that's not nutritionally sound at all but details. ] Just as long as you're here, Komaeda-kun. [ He slowly moves his head back and forth, nuzzling his nose against the other's. ] It's been lonely.
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He wonders if they were aware of him yet. Ah, the timing here couldn't be worse. He noramlly is smoother than this. Normally he would brush off such a suggestion with an embarrassed laugh and some excuse about how embarrassing it would be for this to be his reunion with someone, or otherwise to feign not knowing her at all, and certainly that he couldn't have anyone over to his apartment that he didn't trust. But he's high on drugs and not thinking clearly, and so what immediately comes out instead is - ]
Yukizome-chan? No, she wouldn't want to see me.
[ Nor does he want to see her. Really, it wouldn't do for him to survive being stabbed only to be smothered by a pillow or something equally ridiculous because somebody was holding a silly grudge. ]
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He supposes it inevitable that Komaeda would continue to loop back around to the idea of him being around Ultimates, but not even drugs are enough to keep that idea from making him sick - but especially those who knew him in those days. They had no desire to see him. There was no way he could expect Komaeda to understand that, though. ]
Ah, that was quick, wasn't it...?
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Hiyori doesn't care for strong storms, but he likes rainy days. Quiet mornings where the sun is clouded and rain patters against the window, when he can lay under the covers and just listen to it as he puts off getting up for too long, before eventually sitting near the window with his coffee in hand and a phone showing the news in the other. But he's always hated weather like this.
He lays there for a few moments longer than he should before he nods, once more forcing himself to sit up and reaching to take the bag and pull it onto his lap. ]
Komaeda-kun?
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Normally he could at least force himself to eat proper meals when he had the mindset for it, understanding the importance of nutritional balance (despite always treating himself after,) but at present simple sugars were far easier for him to consume. It was too hard to cook, it was too hard to order, it was too much effort to go through all the steps. He'd made some effort now, but without a doubt he would have just popped pills and water and stayed on the sofa all night if not for Komaeda's efforts. ]
Of course not. I'm happy, Komaeda-kun, because Komaeda-kun is here!
[ He shifts his chopsticks to the opposite hand so he can reach over to stroke Komaeda's hair for a few moments. There's a twinge of pain as he leans, but nothing enough to deter him. ]
I'm happy...
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when are you going to stop ntring me nms go back 2 ur majority game tag
FIVE TIMES EACH THREAD i'm starting to feel second hand sexual frustration tbqh
WELL YEAH BUT IS KOMAEDA GONNA FINALLY RESOLVE THE TENSION AFTER HE'S NOT CRIPPLED AND/OR DRUGGED???
IT'S FINE IT'LL JUST BE A REWARD FOR GOOD BEHAVIOR
THEY CAN FUCK MORE THAN ONCE???? AS A PATIENT THEN AS A BF THEN AS A HUSBAND
OKAY FINE TEMPORARY EX-PATIENT BUT THEN AS A PATIENT HE CAN DO BOTH
okay you know what that's fair, komaeda shouldn't have to settle like that
does that mean their first time can be in his office while he's shirking his duties
that's true maybe he won't moan into the phone this time