[ If the intention was to distract Hiyori from his present line of thought, which was solely fixed on solving the problem at hand, then it is a rousing success. Even now, to have Komaeda press up against him, hand on is waist, and all the while offering him such implications, is enough to crush any sensible thoughts in his head. He swallows thickly, and by the time he's looking down that dazed little smile is back, twitching slightly as he considers.
He really should have at least enjoyed himself before being injured... Hm, well, it might be a little hard now but... ]
Is that so, Komaeda-kun? Well...
[ His back is throbbing, but he thinks he might be willing to endure that for a little longer. But he lets go and... Right. Cake. Sweets. He tears his eyes away from Komaeada, forcing himself to look back to the cake. It really is a cute little dessert, and it had been such a sweet gift to him, it would be truly ungrateful to just waste it. If it were enough to make him happy, then all the better. ]
Yes, of course... You bought it for me, didn't you?
[ ...
Whatever willpower had been keeping him up is starting to ebb now that he's not solely fixated on a singular task (or leaning on a counter or a wall or anything else that could offer support.) He needs to sit down. ]
[ He's absolutely thinking about it, and he covers his mouth with his hand as he considers that prospect, and he really is considering making an argument for what he is and isn't capable of at the moment. But in the end he's not able to take that where he wants it to, and all it does is serve to distract him from any other, more useful thoughts that he might have had before the discussion moves on without him.
How mean... But he shakes his head, dismissing those thoughts once more, though they linger in the back of his mind. ]
Really...? Still, that's very kind of you.
[ He does sound grateful, too. No doubt he would get other such gifts, but none that would matter so much to him. He sits down when prompted. He does blink a little at the mention of bed, though. He takes up the fork, taking up the bite of cake at last, before setting it down again. He habitually reaches to touch his pocket to grab his phone to check the time, and frowns as he only hears the slight rattle of pills as he touches the bottle in his pocket.
Hm, where had he left it? Well, the couch is his bed anyway, and he's been flopped there since he got home, so... He supposes it's fine. ]
[ He takes a couple more bites. Hiyori truly is a glutton when it comes to such things. He pauses there, considering. His bedroom... He doesn't see it very often. His bed is wonderful, it's comfortable and always accepts him readily, but the couch is far more familiar to him by virtue of being far more accessible and closer to the door. Neither are used as often as they should be.
He supposes that's fine then. Perhaps it makes more sense, he wouldn't be stumbling along throughout the house each and every time he needed something or another. ]
Alright, thank you... [ He sounds a little distracted. ] Hm... When did you get here, Komaeda-kun...?
[ He took his last dose around the time that Komaeda had arrived, but he hadn't been paying any attention to the time. That was an oversight on his part. ]
[ Three...? Hiyori pauses, his eyebrows knitting as he considers that answer. That would be five hours, which means he should probably wait another hour or so before taking anything else to be safe. It didn't feel like that much time had passed... Then again, he'd been slipping in and out of consciousness so often that it hardly mattered. It was easy for him to lose large chunks of time. He shakes his head, dismissing any concerns he might have. That was fine, though. ]
No, I'm happy Komaeda-kun is here! I just don't want to double dose.
[ He brings his hand up, touching his forehead with his fingertips before running his fingers through his hair with a small sigh at his own foolishness. The soft smile remains, though. ]
Ahh, it's not fair to tease me so much, Komaeda-kun...
[ It is effective, however, as evidenced by the way his eyes move down to Komaeda's hand the moment it touches his lap before glancing back up, and the small shiver that runs through him in response to the combination of his voice and the way his thigh is squeezed.
There's only a couple bites of cake left, but that seems to be fairly common for him - unless it's something small, his appetite always seems to give out toward the end. He tends to cut things in half, but that hadn't really been an option here. ]
I think... I should wait another hour...? Six to eight...?
[ He blinks, staring at Komaeda. By comparison to his complete confidence, the doctor himself seems uncharacteristically uncertain of himself. ]
[ He doesn't know what he wants, his thoughts keep flitting back and forth, and it's easy to pull him from one topic to the next. He blinks slowly, trying to remember where they'd been. He perks up after a few seconds, seeming to come to a conclusion on that. ]
Ah, Komaeda-kun had them!
[ Is he just too drugged to remember, or is he just deliberately hiding it? It's impossible to say, but he certainly looks dazed enough that it could easily pass for the former. Either way, it's not a very helpful answer, but it's not entirely wrong. Komaeda did have them until Hiyori took them back. ]
[ Komaeda has plenty of time to test the private room while he works his way over there. The room is locked tight as always, and apparently well soundproofed, because there's noise coming from it at all.
Hiyori uses the counter as support as he pulls himself out, watching as Komaeda leaves. He picks up one of the two remaining cats and pops it into his mouth, more because it's there and because he can't seem to dredge up the willpower to move than out of any desire to continue eating. The second one follows shortly thereafter. He feels terrible. The pain is manageable, but his head is fuzzy, and he's getting to the point of feeling weaker than before...
He's exhausted. Hiyori finishes chewing before he begins the slow process of making his way to his bedroom - grabbing his phone off the table first, and slipping it into his free pocket. He uses the walls for support. He'll get there eventually though.
Just kidding, he's going to lose his balance turning the corner that leads into the hallway to his room and crashes onto the floor with a surprised yelp. At least he probably can't feel it. ]
[ It's Komaeda's lucky day. The moment he reaches into Hiyori's left pocket he'll find the bottle of pills - perhaps even better, it the fall shook it enough to leave it sticking partially out, making it nice and easy for him to remove. Hiyori seems unaware that it's been taken, and with Komaeda's assistance he manages to pick himself up and off of the ground. Even compared to before, he looks exhausted and half-out of it.
He must be, because he doesn't even blink at the title being used despite his earlier insistence. Fortunately for him, it does seem to keep him from suffering the various aches and pains that would normally follow such a sudden fall - he'll just have to worry about the bruises later. ]
Ahaha... Sorry, sorry... I'm not sure what happened.
I'd rather go back to the hospital than have somebody I didn't invite here, I don't are who they are. I know who I want around, everyone else... Everyone else stay the Hell away from me...
[ There's a flicker of irritation on his face, and it comes through even more strongly in his words. For Hiyori, it's a virtually nonexistent emotion that only manages to creep through due to his lack of inhibitions. His apartment had been crashed once, and he was sore enough about that. It's easy enough to imagine how many times he'd had a caretaker or something similar to him. He doesn't want anyone here. It's his one safe place. Just the idea makes him want to take a knife to somebody, to put his surgical use to the best possible use sincde that's what they want so damn bad.
He cuts off though, and he shakes his head. Apparently he had enough of the second dose for it to start having an effect. That moment of clarity passes quickly, and he shakes his head as he returns to the final question. ]
N-no, I'm sorry, Komaeda-kun... I can handle it.
[ He does manage to get over to the sink without any further incident. He can still handle brushing his teeth, at least, and using mouthwash. He suspects that flossing is a lost cause though. Should be fine for one night. ]
[ He shouldn't get so irritable. He looks at himself in the mirror and sees a person who looks beyond tired, and he can't quite recognize himself in there. He touches his forehead again, pressing his palm to it in an effort to stave off the illness that seems to have overtaken him. He takes several deep breaths before he finishes up, putting everything back where he it.
His flare up seems to have settled by time he exits the bathroom, leaning on the doorframe now as he watches him. ]
...
Thank you, Komaeda-kun. You've been very kind to me.
[ Whatever he might be waiting on, Hiyori doesn't seem so inclined as to do the same. He stays there for a few seconds longer before he pushes off, taking a couple wobbly steps forward so he can rub Komaeda's head. It really isn't like him to be so irritable - was it a bad reaction? No, it was just some of that frustration bubbling up. ]
... This is the last place that I have where I can feel safe. I let myself get too defensive.
[ Because he could choose who to visit and what to do and he could breathe by himself, who he could invite over who he pleased and no one else would find. It was a place that he rarely visited because he loves his work and people both, but it was a private place nonetheless. If people encroached on this too, where would he have left? Aside from that, he certainly had no desire to be left alone with somebody he had no relationship to in a private space. If he had to be cared for, he could go to the hospital, where he could both trust the workers.
He offers that brief explanation in apology, and perhaps because the guilt about losing his temper has fully settled in by now, or perhaps because his mind is getting cloudier, he doesn't make any further efforts to argue. ]
[ It's an easy decision, of course, when he's presented with the promise of affection and threatened with having his drugs swallowed by another (in the back of his mind, he remembers that's bad.) That little bit of enticing, the way he looks at him and points, is more than enough to seal the deal. Even now, this is the person he wants. Yet it's tricky to get what he wants, though, when his legs threaten to give out under him.
He keeps one hand against the wall to stabilize himself letting the other one rest on Komaeda's shoulder as he leans in to kiss him - gently at first, building it up, parting his lips slightly as he does so. By now any good sense he'd had left is long since gone, and so he'll accept them in this manner if allowed. But even without that, he'd no doubt take anything he was allowed - now more than ever, when he was intoxicated and lonely and desperate for the right person's attention. ]
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He really should have at least enjoyed himself before being injured... Hm, well, it might be a little hard now but... ]
Is that so, Komaeda-kun? Well...
[ His back is throbbing, but he thinks he might be willing to endure that for a little longer. But he lets go and... Right. Cake. Sweets. He tears his eyes away from Komaeada, forcing himself to look back to the cake. It really is a cute little dessert, and it had been such a sweet gift to him, it would be truly ungrateful to just waste it. If it were enough to make him happy, then all the better. ]
Yes, of course... You bought it for me, didn't you?
[ ...
Whatever willpower had been keeping him up is starting to ebb now that he's not solely fixated on a singular task (or leaning on a counter or a wall or anything else that could offer support.) He needs to sit down. ]
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How mean... But he shakes his head, dismissing those thoughts once more, though they linger in the back of his mind. ]
Really...? Still, that's very kind of you.
[ He does sound grateful, too. No doubt he would get other such gifts, but none that would matter so much to him. He sits down when prompted. He does blink a little at the mention of bed, though. He takes up the fork, taking up the bite of cake at last, before setting it down again. He habitually reaches to touch his pocket to grab his phone to check the time, and frowns as he only hears the slight rattle of pills as he touches the bottle in his pocket.
Hm, where had he left it? Well, the couch is his bed anyway, and he's been flopped there since he got home, so... He supposes it's fine. ]
Ah, what time is it...?
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He supposes that's fine then. Perhaps it makes more sense, he wouldn't be stumbling along throughout the house each and every time he needed something or another. ]
Alright, thank you... [ He sounds a little distracted. ] Hm... When did you get here, Komaeda-kun...?
[ He took his last dose around the time that Komaeda had arrived, but he hadn't been paying any attention to the time. That was an oversight on his part. ]
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No, I'm happy Komaeda-kun is here! I just don't want to double dose.
[ He brings his hand up, touching his forehead with his fingertips before running his fingers through his hair with a small sigh at his own foolishness. The soft smile remains, though. ]
I should set an alarm.
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[ It is effective, however, as evidenced by the way his eyes move down to Komaeda's hand the moment it touches his lap before glancing back up, and the small shiver that runs through him in response to the combination of his voice and the way his thigh is squeezed.
There's only a couple bites of cake left, but that seems to be fairly common for him - unless it's something small, his appetite always seems to give out toward the end. He tends to cut things in half, but that hadn't really been an option here. ]
I think... I should wait another hour...? Six to eight...?
[ He blinks, staring at Komaeda. By comparison to his complete confidence, the doctor himself seems uncharacteristically uncertain of himself. ]
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[ He doesn't know what he wants, his thoughts keep flitting back and forth, and it's easy to pull him from one topic to the next. He blinks slowly, trying to remember where they'd been. He perks up after a few seconds, seeming to come to a conclusion on that. ]
Ah, Komaeda-kun had them!
[ Is he just too drugged to remember, or is he just deliberately hiding it? It's impossible to say, but he certainly looks dazed enough that it could easily pass for the former. Either way, it's not a very helpful answer, but it's not entirely wrong. Komaeda did have them until Hiyori took them back. ]
I should be fine.
[ He'll get there eventually. Probably. ]
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Hiyori uses the counter as support as he pulls himself out, watching as Komaeda leaves. He picks up one of the two remaining cats and pops it into his mouth, more because it's there and because he can't seem to dredge up the willpower to move than out of any desire to continue eating. The second one follows shortly thereafter. He feels terrible. The pain is manageable, but his head is fuzzy, and he's getting to the point of feeling weaker than before...
He's exhausted. Hiyori finishes chewing before he begins the slow process of making his way to his bedroom - grabbing his phone off the table first, and slipping it into his free pocket. He uses the walls for support. He'll get there eventually though.
Just kidding, he's going to lose his balance turning the corner that leads into the hallway to his room and crashes onto the floor with a surprised yelp. At least he probably can't feel it. ]
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He must be, because he doesn't even blink at the title being used despite his earlier insistence. Fortunately for him, it does seem to keep him from suffering the various aches and pains that would normally follow such a sudden fall - he'll just have to worry about the bruises later. ]
Ahaha... Sorry, sorry... I'm not sure what happened.
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[ There's a flicker of irritation on his face, and it comes through even more strongly in his words. For Hiyori, it's a virtually nonexistent emotion that only manages to creep through due to his lack of inhibitions. His apartment had been crashed once, and he was sore enough about that. It's easy enough to imagine how many times he'd had a caretaker or something similar to him. He doesn't want anyone here. It's his one safe place. Just the idea makes him want to take a knife to somebody, to put his surgical use to the best possible use sincde that's what they want so damn bad.
He cuts off though, and he shakes his head. Apparently he had enough of the second dose for it to start having an effect. That moment of clarity passes quickly, and he shakes his head as he returns to the final question. ]
N-no, I'm sorry, Komaeda-kun... I can handle it.
[ He does manage to get over to the sink without any further incident. He can still handle brushing his teeth, at least, and using mouthwash. He suspects that flossing is a lost cause though. Should be fine for one night. ]
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His flare up seems to have settled by time he exits the bathroom, leaning on the doorframe now as he watches him. ]
...
Thank you, Komaeda-kun. You've been very kind to me.
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... This is the last place that I have where I can feel safe. I let myself get too defensive.
[ Because he could choose who to visit and what to do and he could breathe by himself, who he could invite over who he pleased and no one else would find. It was a place that he rarely visited because he loves his work and people both, but it was a private place nonetheless. If people encroached on this too, where would he have left? Aside from that, he certainly had no desire to be left alone with somebody he had no relationship to in a private space. If he had to be cared for, he could go to the hospital, where he could both trust the workers.
He offers that brief explanation in apology, and perhaps because the guilt about losing his temper has fully settled in by now, or perhaps because his mind is getting cloudier, he doesn't make any further efforts to argue. ]
... Ah... Is it...? Mm... That must be it...
[ He's leaning on the wall now. ]
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He keeps one hand against the wall to stabilize himself letting the other one rest on Komaeda's shoulder as he leans in to kiss him - gently at first, building it up, parting his lips slightly as he does so. By now any good sense he'd had left is long since gone, and so he'll accept them in this manner if allowed. But even without that, he'd no doubt take anything he was allowed - now more than ever, when he was intoxicated and lonely and desperate for the right person's attention. ]
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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