[ His moods really are erratic, but Hiyori must sense something off because he scoots over a little and wraps his arms around Komaeda from the side. There's no effort to do anything else, but he does rest his head on his shoulder briefly. He rubs his arm, nothing more than a reassuring motion. ]
Sorry, sorry...
[ It's slurred and and not at all polished, but the tone suggests that he's used to this sort of reaction. It's part of what makes being in a relationship with him difficult, after all. There were so many reasons, but one of them was his schedule. No matter how kind and patient, eventually his constant fussing over work and this and that would cause some rift if he wasn't careful to maintain things and end them early... Work, work, work, that truly is all he ever thought of.
He smiles, trying to reassure him. ]
I'll finish up, and I'll give you my undivided attention today, okay?
[ At least he doesn't seem to be questioning the "stepping down" bit yet. ]
[ He lets out a little sigh, but he doesn't seem at all surprised by that reaction. It's familiar, even if the reason isn't the same. He briefly considers sending him home for the day. That was normally what he did, offering them a chance to cool down. They cold reconcile once tensions had eased, and the relationship would be cut off shortly after. But then, normally he had more control over himself and the situation. Normally his head wasn't foggy. ]
... I understand, Komaeda-kun.
[ He doesn't need a verbal response. He sighs again as he pulls away with a small smile, taking the laptop onto his lap and staring at it blearily.
Stepping down briefly... Hiyori doesn't like that wording very much, but he's struggling to think of what he really wants to say. ]
Ah, it's nothing... I'm not very good at writing, I'm afraid...
[ He brings his hand up to his chin, fingers curled as he stares thoughtfully. Hiyori's words are always careful and precise, and so it takes him some time to pick out the ones he wants. This isn't unusual at all.
He blinks a few more times, running his fingers through his hair now as he tries to find the right words. ]
"Stepping down briefly"... Ah, that sounds a bit irresponsible, doesn't it...?
[ It was the same as saying he was dumping all his unfinished tasks, all of his patients, everything on them. ]
They'll feel like I'm going to burden them with my unfinished work...
[ He strokes Komaeda's hair idly as he tries to offer that idea more consideration. It's less an objection to the idea, which isn't registering, as much as the understanding that he would lose face by abruptly dumping his work on others. The laptop is a touchscreen, and he the blinking text indicator will move at his touch. ]
Komaeda-kun... Those things have to be worked out in advance.
[ He runs his hand through his hair again. Hiyori can't think well enough to imagine it properly, but he does understand that it'd be messy. He'll be out for weeks, though, was it already messy...?
He gives a little yawn. ]
Mm... I suppose I could ask Michiru-chan to help.
[ He doesn't sound quite satisfied with that, but it was true that she knew enough, and what she didn't know Hiyori trusts that she'll be able to fill in the gaps. ]
That would be easiest. She tends to call me with a dozen questions instead of emailing back, but...
[ There's a soft laugh, with just a touch of affection to it. He knows Namida well, and she wasn't one to overlook any detail. But at her best, she could accept clear instructions without overthinking it. She's aware of his present state of being, so he supposes this should be one of those times. At any rate, he doesn't think that she would refuse to assist in a temporary transition. He tries to think of which one of his partners would take over and comes up blank, but it doesn't matter... They were both competent enough, so as long as she was willing to cover where they had adequate time...
He strokes Komaeda's hair for a little longer before leaning forward a bit, blinking as he tries to decide what to start with. He supposes he should finish this first... Ah, he really does hate tasks like this... But he seems content enough for the moment.
There's the tapping of keys, and then he deletes it. Type, delete, type, delete, clicking and changing words here and there... Between the two, stepping down for the moment settles better with him, and so he uses that wording. ]
She agreed to handle things in my absence, so it shouldn't be an issue.
[ Hiyori has the look of a child that's been told that they have five minutes to finish a test when they're only halfway finished. ]
Th-thirty minutes...? Komaeda-kun...
[ He looks back to what he's written, but he does slowly nod. He's not comfortable rushing that's to be written for a professional setting, but he supposes it sound be alright to come back to it later. Besides, it's only a few paragraphs. He should be able to manage that. But then, he would also much rather be spending time with Komaeda than staring at this screen. If he didn't have him hovering, he wouldn't be working on it now (or ever.) ]
[ He seems ready to complain, but his mouth snaps shut at the thought of being able to go elsewhere when this is finished. There is a pitiful whimper, as Hiyori puts his full effort into everything, but he can't deny wanting to be done with it either. He stares down with those glazed over eyes, and a distressed look that morphs into a happier one as he considers going to the aquarium with Komaeda.
It might be fun to do other things, but he is a romantic. They could see the fish and jellies, and the otters and seals, and have coffee at a nice little spot, and he'd just get milk in it so he could kiss him a little later... Ah, the clock is ticking, isn't it? ]
Hmm?
[ Sole owner... He interprets that as he pleases in his drugged state. ]
Ahaha... No one could run it as well as I could, they'd need my full support...
[ Tap tap tap... Backspace... Tap tap... He's trying harder at least. Who knew he works well under pressure? ]
[ Why...? Ah, it's so cruel to ask him to say it now. The tapping of keys pauses briefly before resuming and he looks at Komaeda and thinks that he should have gone shopping. He doesn't have much more than instant noodles and pantry staples. ]
My ideas? I wouldn't say that...
[ He looks a little embarrassed by the idea. No, anyone could teach his heights. They just didn't want to put forth the effort. ]
It's important, [ He agrees, ] Because I can see how brilliant people are... It's difficulty for others to understand, but I pick and choose with cases I take. It's unusually those which have gone through several already, and I bond with them... And I can cure them.
[ He sighs, and there's that same blissful look on his face. He cured them, or he made them into something greater. There were few who simply died on his watch. Their lives all had meaningful. They all meant progress. His surgical precision ensured that their lives would never be wasted. ]
I want to see that brilliant shine of my patients. Komaeda-kun, of those that the world has given up on... Who just need one person to love them, who could cure them so they could feel loved, who will they be then...?
[ He sighs, closing his eyes briefly, thinking of his experiments as much as those who had gone on to live fuller lives. Then he opens them, looking down at him with a smile, speaking to him directly now before he looks back. ]
Ah, you should eat something... I'm sorry, I don't have much. Can you handle instant ramen? I have some canned goods too...
[ He gingerly reaches over to take that hand in his own, bringing it up so he can kiss it. Hiyori doesn't push the matter of eating just yet, instead using his thumb to rub his hand. He laughs softly. He's thought about the notion presented to him quite often, but the humor in it never struck him until now - imagine, helping those who were already helping themselves. To imagine helping those who were in no need of help... Ah, what a waste. ]
Those who can help themselves aren't in need of my help, Komaeda-kun...
[ But he blinks slowly, wondering for the first time what his talent really is. He was the Ultimate Surgeon. He was a former prodigy. None of it means much, though; a surgeon was merely one who performed surgical care. It was a vague, open ended title, only slightly more precise than other imprecise titles such as "Ultimate Healer" or "Ultimate Data Analyst" or many, many more.
Ah, it hardly matters anymore... ]
Hm... If I take away the disease that's holding them back, I think, aren't they free to live life as they choose...? I want to see what that's like.
[ Does he use it..? Hiyori keeps that hand as he considers, and he'll take the other one if needed. ]
It depends on how you define my talent, but I love people.
Hmmm... That's a vague answer, don't you think? I'm sure that's why they assigned this title to me, hm.... I really would have preferred something cuter, though, something that would people would understand...
[ He presses his cheek against the back of Komaeda's hand. He can hear the ticking of the clock, and imagine the yet-unfinished letter in front of him. Yet, his patients are ever his priority. Even if they weren't, Nagito Komaeda would ever be his priority, and so it is that he lets his cheek rest there. But perhaps it's not the title at all. If only, if only Komaeda could understand what it was like to truly be a prodigy in that place... He lets out a little sigh, but it's happy, because the drugs have made him quite comfortable and there's no longer any sadness to be had. ]
Komaeda-kun resents people who are treated because he's afraid of happiness, right...? Komaeda-kun is afraid of what he'd be if he weren't who he is now...
[ He rubs the back of his hand with his cheek with another blissful sigh. ]
That's how everyone is... That's why I have to see your potential for you... Because no one else can.
[ He continues without meaning to, ]
I could cure anyone whether or not they wanted to... Ahaha, what would happen if I cured Komaeda-kun against his will...? He would be happy then, I know...
[ His eyes are half closed, holding Komeda's hand against his cheek, but the clicking of keys can be heard. ]
But I love humanity... And I love Komaeda-kun most of all. And so I want you to find your own truth and happiness.
[ It's the same thing he's always said, but it's different. The words are slurred, the tone lighter, as though none of it mattered at all. Bu tit's simpler, too - there's no fluff to it, none of the usual pretentiousness, just a raw and simple love of humanity and human potential as a whole. Truth, happiness, and other human concepts... He does want to liberate humanity from those. If he had one thing that defined him as the Ultimate Surgeon, perhaps that would be it.
Ahhh, what a miserable, ugly title... If only he had been given something cuter, perhaps he wouldn't be here... ]
Did you know, Komaeda-kun...? An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, so being obsolete is what would make me happiest...
[ Obsolete, he'll never be obsolete, but he wants to be as a healer - let him cure all disease, let him change the world, let him do the impossible that humans only dream of.
Komaeda is afraid of happiness, and as his doctor he should know that. He should know that and adjust accordingly, only bringing up the subject when it was appropriate and when he could handle it. His office had proven to be a nice discussion spot for its lack of options for self harm. There were few objects, most of which were locked away, and no windows. His bedroom was the opposite.
He can't act as quickly as he normally would, though, and there's that dazed look before he scrambles off of the bed in an effort to stop him - an effort that vaguely understands that he had chosen the wrong course of action, but not why and nor how to fix it. It's not at all surprising, but his mind is slow to process the mistakes that have been made here - all the little thoughts that keep slipping out despite himself. ]
K-Komaeda-kun...! That's not it--
[ Hiyori was adept at handling difficult patients, and he was used to Komaeda's fits in particular. There's no doubt that he would have stopped him. IT would be a simple matter of stopping him before he reached the window and redirecting his thoughts to another, more favorable topic. Sou Hiyori, both the Ultimate Surgeon and a doctor and surgeon of renowned fame despite his lack of title, would have held on until it was safe to let go.
But he's neither now, he's a drugged up victim of a knife wound trying to move at a quick pace, and so Hiyori gets all of a few steps before he collapses with a sharp cry - followed by another as the ache in his back settles in, nearly bringing him to tears despite the sharp painkillers. Ahh, three was safe, so maybe he should start taking a third. No, if he keeps tumbling like this he'll wind up right back in the hospital.
He starts going through the motions of picking himself up again. ]
[ These fits are what make him such a difficult patient to deal with, but Hiyori understands that it's his own fault for speaking his thoughts aloud. He should have done it quietly, without ever once suggesting treatment. He should have forced it upon him before he could refuse and watched to see what the effects will be. It's too late for that now, though, and it might prove difficult to pull off. But he can't quite focus enough to work through those thoughts, as that warm, bubbly numbness is cut through by a burning sensation in his back, and Hiyori inhales sharply as he shifts his position.
He has to stop once he manages to get to his knees. ]
Komaeda-kun... I could never hurt you. The reason I haven't finished... I really am irresponsible, aren't I?
[ He laughs lightly, and that causes him to flinch directly after. It'll be hard to reach him before he does any damage at this rate, and he can move much quicker than Hiyori can if he so chooses. He wobbles as he gets to his feet and offers a pained smile. He must have agitated his injury - it was bound to happen sooner or later, but takes the fact that he doesn't feel blood dripping down his back to be a positive sign.
If he tries to rush over again, he really will wind up putting himself back in the hospital. If he were to check to see if harm was done, then it might lead to further agitation. So he keeps that smile in place instead, clutching his arm with the opposite hand. He squeezes it tightly to try and deflect his attention from the pain in his back as he takes a couple steps forward. Calm, collected, and perfect - that was how a doctor should be even in these moments.
If he can't reach him, perhaps he can pull some of his attention back. ]
Isn't that why you're helping me, Komaeda-kun...? I thought we were doing well... What about you?
[ In truth, it's the last thing he wants to do. Hiyori would like to check to make sure he isn't bleeding, pop a couple more pills and pass out for another several hours. That's not an option, though, and so he nods in answer. He's grateful that this seems to have been an effective strategy. Komaeda always had such a strong desire to be of use to Ultimates, so he wonders if he can't keep him happy in this way.
It is a bad habit, though, that much is true. He gets yelled at about it often enough that he can't deny it. ]
Yes, if you wouldn't mind helping me for a little while longer...
[ He gives a little sigh, and the sheepish look he gives isn't quite dishonest. It really is disgraceful to have to ask for help like this, and from a person he should be caring for. He makes his way back over to the bed, fortunately having not been able to get very far, and settles onto the bed. Ugh, everything hurts... He will take the laptop back up and look to the space next to him. ]
If you wouldn't mind looking it over for me when I'm done, I don't think I'll have to worry so much about errors. What do you think, Komaeda-kun?
[ Which isn't to say that his work would be any lower in quality, just that he wouldn't endlessly fuss over every little word choice and thus drag out this project for another hour or three. It's not a bad idea, and he's now appropriately distracted that the idea of tampering does not occur to him, and so this seems like a favorable way to help him feel needed. ]
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Sorry, sorry...
[ It's slurred and and not at all polished, but the tone suggests that he's used to this sort of reaction. It's part of what makes being in a relationship with him difficult, after all. There were so many reasons, but one of them was his schedule. No matter how kind and patient, eventually his constant fussing over work and this and that would cause some rift if he wasn't careful to maintain things and end them early... Work, work, work, that truly is all he ever thought of.
He smiles, trying to reassure him. ]
I'll finish up, and I'll give you my undivided attention today, okay?
[ At least he doesn't seem to be questioning the "stepping down" bit yet. ]
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... I understand, Komaeda-kun.
[ He doesn't need a verbal response. He sighs again as he pulls away with a small smile, taking the laptop onto his lap and staring at it blearily.
Stepping down briefly... Hiyori doesn't like that wording very much, but he's struggling to think of what he really wants to say. ]
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[ He brings his hand up to his chin, fingers curled as he stares thoughtfully. Hiyori's words are always careful and precise, and so it takes him some time to pick out the ones he wants. This isn't unusual at all.
He blinks a few more times, running his fingers through his hair now as he tries to find the right words. ]
"Stepping down briefly"... Ah, that sounds a bit irresponsible, doesn't it...?
[ It was the same as saying he was dumping all his unfinished tasks, all of his patients, everything on them. ]
They'll feel like I'm going to burden them with my unfinished work...
[ Like he was abandoning them. ]
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Komaeda-kun... Those things have to be worked out in advance.
[ He runs his hand through his hair again. Hiyori can't think well enough to imagine it properly, but he does understand that it'd be messy. He'll be out for weeks, though, was it already messy...?
He gives a little yawn. ]
Mm... I suppose I could ask Michiru-chan to help.
[ He doesn't sound quite satisfied with that, but it was true that she knew enough, and what she didn't know Hiyori trusts that she'll be able to fill in the gaps. ]
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[ There's a soft laugh, with just a touch of affection to it. He knows Namida well, and she wasn't one to overlook any detail. But at her best, she could accept clear instructions without overthinking it. She's aware of his present state of being, so he supposes this should be one of those times. At any rate, he doesn't think that she would refuse to assist in a temporary transition. He tries to think of which one of his partners would take over and comes up blank, but it doesn't matter... They were both competent enough, so as long as she was willing to cover where they had adequate time...
He strokes Komaeda's hair for a little longer before leaning forward a bit, blinking as he tries to decide what to start with. He supposes he should finish this first... Ah, he really does hate tasks like this... But he seems content enough for the moment.
There's the tapping of keys, and then he deletes it. Type, delete, type, delete, clicking and changing words here and there... Between the two, stepping down for the moment settles better with him, and so he uses that wording. ]
She agreed to handle things in my absence, so it shouldn't be an issue.
[ This is fairly straightforward. ]
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Th-thirty minutes...? Komaeda-kun...
[ He looks back to what he's written, but he does slowly nod. He's not comfortable rushing that's to be written for a professional setting, but he supposes it sound be alright to come back to it later. Besides, it's only a few paragraphs. He should be able to manage that. But then, he would also much rather be spending time with Komaeda than staring at this screen. If he didn't have him hovering, he wouldn't be working on it now (or ever.) ]
Mmnn... Alright, I think I can manage that.
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It might be fun to do other things, but he is a romantic. They could see the fish and jellies, and the otters and seals, and have coffee at a nice little spot, and he'd just get milk in it so he could kiss him a little later... Ah, the clock is ticking, isn't it? ]
Hmm?
[ Sole owner... He interprets that as he pleases in his drugged state. ]
Ahaha... No one could run it as well as I could, they'd need my full support...
[ Tap tap tap... Backspace... Tap tap... He's trying harder at least. Who knew he works well under pressure? ]
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My ideas? I wouldn't say that...
[ He looks a little embarrassed by the idea. No, anyone could teach his heights. They just didn't want to put forth the effort. ]
It's important, [ He agrees, ] Because I can see how brilliant people are... It's difficulty for others to understand, but I pick and choose with cases I take. It's unusually those which have gone through several already, and I bond with them... And I can cure them.
[ He sighs, and there's that same blissful look on his face. He cured them, or he made them into something greater. There were few who simply died on his watch. Their lives all had meaningful. They all meant progress. His surgical precision ensured that their lives would never be wasted. ]
I want to see that brilliant shine of my patients. Komaeda-kun, of those that the world has given up on... Who just need one person to love them, who could cure them so they could feel loved, who will they be then...?
[ He sighs, closing his eyes briefly, thinking of his experiments as much as those who had gone on to live fuller lives. Then he opens them, looking down at him with a smile, speaking to him directly now before he looks back. ]
Ah, you should eat something... I'm sorry, I don't have much. Can you handle instant ramen? I have some canned goods too...
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Those who can help themselves aren't in need of my help, Komaeda-kun...
[ But he blinks slowly, wondering for the first time what his talent really is. He was the Ultimate Surgeon. He was a former prodigy. None of it means much, though; a surgeon was merely one who performed surgical care. It was a vague, open ended title, only slightly more precise than other imprecise titles such as "Ultimate Healer" or "Ultimate Data Analyst" or many, many more.
Ah, it hardly matters anymore... ]
Hm... If I take away the disease that's holding them back, I think, aren't they free to live life as they choose...? I want to see what that's like.
[ Does he use it..? Hiyori keeps that hand as he considers, and he'll take the other one if needed. ]
It depends on how you define my talent, but I love people.
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Hmmm... That's a vague answer, don't you think? I'm sure that's why they assigned this title to me, hm.... I really would have preferred something cuter, though, something that would people would understand...
[ He presses his cheek against the back of Komaeda's hand. He can hear the ticking of the clock, and imagine the yet-unfinished letter in front of him. Yet, his patients are ever his priority. Even if they weren't, Nagito Komaeda would ever be his priority, and so it is that he lets his cheek rest there. But perhaps it's not the title at all. If only, if only Komaeda could understand what it was like to truly be a prodigy in that place... He lets out a little sigh, but it's happy, because the drugs have made him quite comfortable and there's no longer any sadness to be had. ]
Komaeda-kun resents people who are treated because he's afraid of happiness, right...? Komaeda-kun is afraid of what he'd be if he weren't who he is now...
[ He rubs the back of his hand with his cheek with another blissful sigh. ]
That's how everyone is... That's why I have to see your potential for you... Because no one else can.
[ He continues without meaning to, ]
I could cure anyone whether or not they wanted to... Ahaha, what would happen if I cured Komaeda-kun against his will...? He would be happy then, I know...
[ His eyes are half closed, holding Komeda's hand against his cheek, but the clicking of keys can be heard. ]
But I love humanity... And I love Komaeda-kun most of all. And so I want you to find your own truth and happiness.
[ It's the same thing he's always said, but it's different. The words are slurred, the tone lighter, as though none of it mattered at all. Bu tit's simpler, too - there's no fluff to it, none of the usual pretentiousness, just a raw and simple love of humanity and human potential as a whole. Truth, happiness, and other human concepts... He does want to liberate humanity from those. If he had one thing that defined him as the Ultimate Surgeon, perhaps that would be it.
Ahhh, what a miserable, ugly title... If only he had been given something cuter, perhaps he wouldn't be here... ]
Did you know, Komaeda-kun...? An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, so being obsolete is what would make me happiest...
[ Let his scalpel be a hobby and nothing more. ]
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Komaeda is afraid of happiness, and as his doctor he should know that. He should know that and adjust accordingly, only bringing up the subject when it was appropriate and when he could handle it. His office had proven to be a nice discussion spot for its lack of options for self harm. There were few objects, most of which were locked away, and no windows. His bedroom was the opposite.
He can't act as quickly as he normally would, though, and there's that dazed look before he scrambles off of the bed in an effort to stop him - an effort that vaguely understands that he had chosen the wrong course of action, but not why and nor how to fix it. It's not at all surprising, but his mind is slow to process the mistakes that have been made here - all the little thoughts that keep slipping out despite himself. ]
K-Komaeda-kun...! That's not it--
[ Hiyori was adept at handling difficult patients, and he was used to Komaeda's fits in particular. There's no doubt that he would have stopped him. IT would be a simple matter of stopping him before he reached the window and redirecting his thoughts to another, more favorable topic. Sou Hiyori, both the Ultimate Surgeon and a doctor and surgeon of renowned fame despite his lack of title, would have held on until it was safe to let go.
But he's neither now, he's a drugged up victim of a knife wound trying to move at a quick pace, and so Hiyori gets all of a few steps before he collapses with a sharp cry - followed by another as the ache in his back settles in, nearly bringing him to tears despite the sharp painkillers. Ahh, three was safe, so maybe he should start taking a third. No, if he keeps tumbling like this he'll wind up right back in the hospital.
He starts going through the motions of picking himself up again. ]
You're here because I want you here.
[ And presumably because he wants to be. ]
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He has to stop once he manages to get to his knees. ]
Komaeda-kun... I could never hurt you. The reason I haven't finished... I really am irresponsible, aren't I?
[ He laughs lightly, and that causes him to flinch directly after. It'll be hard to reach him before he does any damage at this rate, and he can move much quicker than Hiyori can if he so chooses. He wobbles as he gets to his feet and offers a pained smile. He must have agitated his injury - it was bound to happen sooner or later, but takes the fact that he doesn't feel blood dripping down his back to be a positive sign.
If he tries to rush over again, he really will wind up putting himself back in the hospital. If he were to check to see if harm was done, then it might lead to further agitation. So he keeps that smile in place instead, clutching his arm with the opposite hand. He squeezes it tightly to try and deflect his attention from the pain in his back as he takes a couple steps forward. Calm, collected, and perfect - that was how a doctor should be even in these moments.
If he can't reach him, perhaps he can pull some of his attention back. ]
Isn't that why you're helping me, Komaeda-kun...? I thought we were doing well... What about you?
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It is a bad habit, though, that much is true. He gets yelled at about it often enough that he can't deny it. ]
Yes, if you wouldn't mind helping me for a little while longer...
[ He gives a little sigh, and the sheepish look he gives isn't quite dishonest. It really is disgraceful to have to ask for help like this, and from a person he should be caring for. He makes his way back over to the bed, fortunately having not been able to get very far, and settles onto the bed. Ugh, everything hurts... He will take the laptop back up and look to the space next to him. ]
If you wouldn't mind looking it over for me when I'm done, I don't think I'll have to worry so much about errors. What do you think, Komaeda-kun?
[ Which isn't to say that his work would be any lower in quality, just that he wouldn't endlessly fuss over every little word choice and thus drag out this project for another hour or three. It's not a bad idea, and he's now appropriately distracted that the idea of tampering does not occur to him, and so this seems like a favorable way to help him feel needed. ]
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i rolled a 7 on intellect i'm crying
HE'S SO STUPID RN but he got a 17 in perception so i guess his ears and eyes work just not his brain
HIS NEW CATS GOOD GOOD
MEEE i'm thinking of cute names rn
they're perfect for him... why do i keep rolling 17s, i was doing it for speed he's CRIPPLED DICE
IT'S HIS NOW, HE'S TAKING EVERYTHING AS COMPENSATION
??? HE'S JUST BORROWING THEM FOR A LITTLE WHILE?
IT'S FINE HE'S JUST GONNA HURT AND THEN HEAL IN THAT ORDER
? he's healing komaeda's faith in ultimate surgeon raising project
he's going to be the ideal ultimate by time he's done (but not now)
help not him only getting laid for using his talent he hates that
BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANNA JUST GET LAID AS THE ULTIMATE SURGEON
EXCUSE YOU? THAT IS NOT ALL HE IS????
sou hiyori, keeper of 20 different titles
STOP HE DOESN'T WANNA GIVE UP HIS OTHER TITLES
crying the way he has to only be the ultimate surgeon now
the way that he can't even keep his name i'm crying
STOPPPPP can't he at least have his name if he attaches it back to his title
RUDE he's never acknowledging his ultimate status again