[ 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. ]
[ He's made some amount of progress, though it's not hard to imagine that he could work quicker if he wasn't so caught up on every single word and detail. It's more than it was before at least. He grumbles a little a he writes, resenting this task now more than ever, but at least the awful combination of shock, panic, and pain have allowed him to completely forget everything else that was discussed.
He does, however, notice Komaeda looking on his phone. He pauses in his work, which had been momentarily reduced to him staring blankly at the screen with a dissatisfied expression anyway. ]
I think they have a penguin exhibit. You might like that one, Komaed-kun... They'll introduce you to a baby penguin, and you're allowed to handle it.
Sometimes. I enjoy going to places like that when I'm not too busy.
[ Which, given his workload, likely isn't as often as his tone suggests. He did go when he could, though, sometimes by himself and sometimes because he had made plans with others. The times in which he went alone were the ones he felt calmest, but he thinks that going with a person that he so enjoys the company of will prove to be a nice change of pace.
His back really is burning... He should have been more careful. It was going to make walking difficult now. He makes a note to try and treat it before he leaves. What a terrible place to sustain an injury...
He does look back to the screen though, not wanting to be yelled at. ]
Are they? ... Ah, that's right, they're usually on the face, aren't they?
[ For a penguin to have a heart on its beak, hm... ]
[ Hiyori hardly knows the meaning of that word. Even accepting his assistance on this matter had been an effort to placate him, rather than anything he desired to do. Komaeda was far too willing to freely offer his services, and so Hiyori was in turn incline to be careful about accepting. He's making progress, though - by the looks of it, he's steadily approaching his conclusion.
That said, his face is pale. But that could simply be low blood sugar, given that neither of them have eaten yet. Regardless, it's not so much that he cant' keep up his own cheerful expression. ]
Ah, I'm alright... I'm almost finished.
[ He'll just need to check himself before leaving. Hiyori changes the subject back to where it started, not wanting to focus on his present state, ]
A heart on the bill, hm? Ah, I wonder if you'd be allowed to kiss it...? I'd get jealous though...
[ It's a bit of lighthearted teasing, really. One would hope that no one is actually petty enough to be jealous of a baby penguin. ]
They're very soft... Oh, they have touch ponds as well... They even have a nurse shark there.
[ He'll be fine. Hiyori didn't set his alarm this time, but he thinks that he did, so that's unfortunate for him. ]
[ That's true enough, though Hiyori finds himself satisfied enough with his present company. Even so, he's surprised by how enthusiastic Komaeda seems to be about this idea. He was childish in so many ways, and yet, he rarely seemed to let himself act like one in those ways that a person his age should. It's good for him, he thinks, and it would be nice if he were able to build up more of these simple and pleasant experiences for himself.
Stingrays? Oh, those were another one... ]
You don't need to worry about that, Komaeda-kun. They have their barbs removed, so there's no need to worry.
[ They're fairly docile creatures in truth, especially those in captivity who were so used to human contact, and he should so hope that no one should be agitating them enough to cause an accident of that nature to start with.
Hm. That might be fun for him, watching as they poked their faces out from under the water once they realized a person had food. It was like a dog begging at the table. ]
Oh, you can feed them, too. They're actually quite charming, you know.
[ Had he said too much? It was normally a private place for him, but it wasn't as though he was unhappy with this idea. Rather, it was fun to imagine being able to share all of those experiences with a person that he cares about. But Komaeda was always so sensitive, and it was difficult when he would get an idea in his mind. Hiyori taps at a couple keys idly, not really paying attention, creating a string of letters that no one consider to be a real word before hitting the backspace key on them. ]
I'm sure. I'm happy I get to go there with Komaeda-kun...
[ He yawns, then flinches as he heaves the breath out, not answering the question of where his phone is. It looks like he's close to being done, although he seemst o be struggling with the final stretch of writing. He taps a couple more keys before backspacing. He's not very coherent at this point, and a large part of his mind thinks that going out is a fine idea, but the logical part of him that's a doctor does recognize this to be a poor idea. ]
Hmm... is it okay for me to go out in public alone? I should do my shopping then...
[ He mumbles idly. He chuckles as he thinks on it a little more. ]
I wonder if somebody will take advantage of me while I'm in this state?
[ He seems too out of it to find this idea anything more than a little amusing. Ignorance is bliss and all that. ]
[ Ah... Perhaps he had spoken out of turn. Komaeda truly was a troubled child, he needs to be more attentive to that fact. ]
Oh, nothing like that. But I might wake up with my credit cards maxed out and a wedding ring... That would be embarrassing.
[ He offers a lighter alternative in an effort to smooth things over, although truth be told he does find it to be of greater concern than the prospect of kidnapping. The idea that he might be murdered also occurs to him, but robbery of some sort seems like the greatest threat.
There are perfectly nice clothes in his drawers, thank you very much. The phone is buried somewhere in the scrunched up mess of sheets and blankets that is his bed. It had been in his pocket once, but somewhere in his drugged up state he had checked it, and fidgeting and fussing had led it to be lost under there and pushed around and now it's lost at sea. ]
It's your choice, but I think it would be fun to go with you... Ah, I'm almost done.
[ His romantic needs, hm? That would be quite lucky, and perhaps he would be lucky, and it would indeed be the one person who could accept him exactly as he was, or otherwise that it could be a loveless marriage in which they nonetheless had companionship and mutual respect.
He keeps an eye on what Komaeda is doing, but he doesn't seem concerned by having a person rifle through his things, and he doesn't seem to disagree with the assessment made here. Hiyori does not live a life controlled by luck, but effort, and he works harder than anyone else. It's the reason for his talent, it's the reason for his safety, it's the reason for everything that he's built up in such a short period of time. It's why he now needs to work harder than ever. ]
... Yes. I've been fortunate.
[ He clicks away at the keys, hitting the last few keys in time to look up and hear Komaeda reaffirm his love. Love for money, love for status, love for talent - was there a difference? Hiyori only needs to love broken and unwanted things, because he already has everything he needs and can take anything he wants. ]
I love you too, Komaeda-kun, more than anyone else in the world.
[ He skims his work, and he'd like to throw the entire thing out the window and start over. That's not an option though, and Hiyori supposes he'll have to return and tweak it later. ]
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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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He does, however, notice Komaeda looking on his phone. He pauses in his work, which had been momentarily reduced to him staring blankly at the screen with a dissatisfied expression anyway. ]
I think they have a penguin exhibit. You might like that one, Komaed-kun... They'll introduce you to a baby penguin, and you're allowed to handle it.
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Sometimes. I enjoy going to places like that when I'm not too busy.
[ Which, given his workload, likely isn't as often as his tone suggests. He did go when he could, though, sometimes by himself and sometimes because he had made plans with others. The times in which he went alone were the ones he felt calmest, but he thinks that going with a person that he so enjoys the company of will prove to be a nice change of pace.
His back really is burning... He should have been more careful. It was going to make walking difficult now. He makes a note to try and treat it before he leaves. What a terrible place to sustain an injury...
He does look back to the screen though, not wanting to be yelled at. ]
Are they? ... Ah, that's right, they're usually on the face, aren't they?
[ For a penguin to have a heart on its beak, hm... ]
How cute... It must be well loved.
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That said, his face is pale. But that could simply be low blood sugar, given that neither of them have eaten yet. Regardless, it's not so much that he cant' keep up his own cheerful expression. ]
Ah, I'm alright... I'm almost finished.
[ He'll just need to check himself before leaving. Hiyori changes the subject back to where it started, not wanting to focus on his present state, ]
A heart on the bill, hm? Ah, I wonder if you'd be allowed to kiss it...? I'd get jealous though...
[ It's a bit of lighthearted teasing, really. One would hope that no one is actually petty enough to be jealous of a baby penguin. ]
They're very soft... Oh, they have touch ponds as well... They even have a nurse shark there.
[ He'll be fine. Hiyori didn't set his alarm this time, but he thinks that he did, so that's unfortunate for him. ]
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Stingrays? Oh, those were another one... ]
You don't need to worry about that, Komaeda-kun. They have their barbs removed, so there's no need to worry.
[ They're fairly docile creatures in truth, especially those in captivity who were so used to human contact, and he should so hope that no one should be agitating them enough to cause an accident of that nature to start with.
Hm. That might be fun for him, watching as they poked their faces out from under the water once they realized a person had food. It was like a dog begging at the table. ]
Oh, you can feed them, too. They're actually quite charming, you know.
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I'm sure. I'm happy I get to go there with Komaeda-kun...
[ He yawns, then flinches as he heaves the breath out, not answering the question of where his phone is. It looks like he's close to being done, although he seemst o be struggling with the final stretch of writing. He taps a couple more keys before backspacing. He's not very coherent at this point, and a large part of his mind thinks that going out is a fine idea, but the logical part of him that's a doctor does recognize this to be a poor idea. ]
Hmm... is it okay for me to go out in public alone? I should do my shopping then...
[ He mumbles idly. He chuckles as he thinks on it a little more. ]
I wonder if somebody will take advantage of me while I'm in this state?
[ He seems too out of it to find this idea anything more than a little amusing. Ignorance is bliss and all that. ]
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Oh, nothing like that. But I might wake up with my credit cards maxed out and a wedding ring... That would be embarrassing.
[ He offers a lighter alternative in an effort to smooth things over, although truth be told he does find it to be of greater concern than the prospect of kidnapping. The idea that he might be murdered also occurs to him, but robbery of some sort seems like the greatest threat.
There are perfectly nice clothes in his drawers, thank you very much. The phone is buried somewhere in the scrunched up mess of sheets and blankets that is his bed. It had been in his pocket once, but somewhere in his drugged up state he had checked it, and fidgeting and fussing had led it to be lost under there and pushed around and now it's lost at sea. ]
It's your choice, but I think it would be fun to go with you... Ah, I'm almost done.
[ He sighs as he resumes typing as directed. ]
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He keeps an eye on what Komaeda is doing, but he doesn't seem concerned by having a person rifle through his things, and he doesn't seem to disagree with the assessment made here. Hiyori does not live a life controlled by luck, but effort, and he works harder than anyone else. It's the reason for his talent, it's the reason for his safety, it's the reason for everything that he's built up in such a short period of time. It's why he now needs to work harder than ever. ]
... Yes. I've been fortunate.
[ He clicks away at the keys, hitting the last few keys in time to look up and hear Komaeda reaffirm his love. Love for money, love for status, love for talent - was there a difference? Hiyori only needs to love broken and unwanted things, because he already has everything he needs and can take anything he wants. ]
I love you too, Komaeda-kun, more than anyone else in the world.
[ He skims his work, and he'd like to throw the entire thing out the window and start over. That's not an option though, and Hiyori supposes he'll have to return and tweak it later. ]
I'm finished.
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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