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. ]
[ Its not something that he should be allowing, but Hiyori thinks nothing of what's being said to him. Komaeda's hands are cool on his cheeks, but they warm all the same, and these affectionate gestures are what make him the happiest. Even that approval, which he otherwise could have laughed off as gratuitous if not a little insulting, is something that makes his heart flutter. ]
Of course, Komaeda-kun. You can always count on me.
[ He reaches up to stroke Komaeda's hair. When he thinks about it, this really is the first time anyone's treated him like this since he was a child. As he got older, he became increasingly independent, and since then he's ensured that no one would need to care for him.
That said, his mind is completely skipping over the matter of the email. Sorry Komaeda, he can only truly focus on exactly one thing at a time right now. ]
[ That movement stops when the next question comes and he does stop. Though he realizes after a moment that Komaeda is referring to something different, and he allows himself to continue for just a little while longer before he lets his hand trail down to his face, cupping his cheek and rubbing it with his thumb for several seconds before he lets his fingertips trail down his face until they slide off of his chin and he finally takes that hand back.
[ He leans his face into Komaeda's touch, a touch disappointed when his hand slides away. It's not something that he wants to be asked, and he doesn't quite see the issue with it. Does he not enjoy it? He seems to. But... ]
I've already met Komaeda-kun.
[ Who is his someone nice. He seems quite certain of this case. ]
But if you asked me not to... I'd have no choice, would I? You should enjoy it, too...
[ That is, he should enjoy being given affection. He seems a little disappointed, but that quickly shifts into a blank look as he tries to register what he's being asked, not quite able to shift from one serious topic to the next so quickly. He does get it after several seconds, though, and to his credit he does seem to have (somehow) managed to do everything that had been asked of him. ]
Hm... If that were true, I wonder what that would make me?
[ What is a person who loves trash...? He doesn't object to the laptop being taken though. He watches for a few seconds more before he slides out of the bed and takes care as he moves over to his dresser. He tugs a few things out before disappearing into the master bathroom, pressing the door shut behind him. Time to assess the damage from his most recent fall.
Komaeda will find that everything had been written as instructed, and it's roughly what one would expect from a man who chose each and every word with care. Formal, prim, and polished while still being personalized enough to avoid feeling stiff or generic. There's a few errors here, but nothing out that one wouldn't expect in a rough draft. But it is worded, as promised, in a manner that suggests he's temporarily stepping down due to unforeseen circumstances, along with the fact that Michiru Namida would be assisting with the process in his absence. ]
As it turns out, repeatedly falling and bumping into things is bad when you have stitches. Hiyori can see the bloodstain immediately when he takes his shirt off, and all he can do is be grateful that it was a dark enough color that a stain won't show. He takes his medical kit out from under the sink, and then comes the tedious process of trying to get his limbs to cooperate long enough to undress the injury, clean and treat it, and then redress it. Naturally, this is all quite painful as it involves repeatedly touching the spot, and he has to bite down on his lip to keep from screaming more than once.
Komaeda really could have at least picked a spot that he had an easier time reaching. He doesn't quite think to ask for assistance, being used to taking care of himself regardless of circumstances. ]
Would you please, Komaeda-kun?
[ Ow, ow, ow... UnFortunately, he manages to get through that. The rest doesn't take quite as long - wash his face, brush his teeth, tie his hair up. Komaeda will no doubt be able to tell when he's agitated something, but he manages to survive the entire affair. He does choose a more casual outfit than he normally might, thinking that his work clothes might be a too formal... Hmm, still, he hope it looks nice enough.
Fuss, fuss, fuss... Then a little more fussing with this and that for good measure, and he gives up and exits the bathroom. ]
[ Thank God Hiyori never turns his ringer off and so his phone can easily be found. The real miracle is how quiet it's been up until this point.
Hiyori tugs at his sleeve a little, wondering if this is perhaps dressing down a little too much after all. It's a little embarrassing to have a patient see him in such casual wear when he made an effort to be so prim and polished most of the time, especially since it's been some time since he allowed himself to go out looking like this... Komaeda doesn't seem too offended by it, though, so he supposes it's alright. And fortunately according to me he looks hot in his usual wear, but cute as Hell dressed down.
He takes his phone first, thanking Komaeda for taking care of things as he searches through his nightstand until he finds his wallet as well. He slips that into his back pocket before finally taking the bottle of pills. Hiyori's still not certain how he feels about having another person do so much for him. It makes him uncomfortable, it feels like a threat to his independence, but unfortunately for him he's still in no state to think through those implications and so they fade within seconds.
He turns the bottle over in his fingers, looking at the label. ]
Ahaha... Was I that loud? I'm sorry, Komaeda-kun. I needed to do a bit of wound care. I suppose I'll need to get a few more things for my medical kit.
[ A better local anesthesia should be a nice start. ]
[ excuse you this is a bulli free one but fine he has a washer and dryer it's fine it's fine. Hiyori lets out a small sigh at the question. It's true enough that the greater pain would draw more focus, but if he wanted that he could simply smash his kneecap. He doesn't, though, instead keeping his eyes fixed on Komaeda. ]
I'd rather you didn't. It's not a big deal, really. I tore a couple stitches, and it took a bit of creativity to correct for it. It doesn't matter how much it hurts, or how inconvenient it is, any medical professional should be able to at least do this much.
[ The lateral half of his explanation comes out sharper than the former, though it doesn't seem to be directed at himself nor Komaeda so much as any who might fall under that umbrella. He might not be able to perform complex surgery on himself, not when he lacked all the tools to do so, but as far as he was concerned this was in line with the most basic of tasks. Despite being patient with all others, Hiyori seems to have a low tolerance for others in his field.
Naturally, he would offer himself no excuses for being able to do so. It's a little frustrating that he was so short sighted as to lack all of the tools he needed to perform this. time. Even so, it's an interesting experience to perform such care on one's own back. It required a careful touch and the use of a mirror. It was quite painful, worse still for the drugs he was on, but it was the bare minimum of what he should be capable of.
He brushes his bangs out of his face, only for them to fall right back into place, and fixes his smile. ]
... Besides, I think I'm a better doctor than a patient.
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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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Of course, Komaeda-kun. You can always count on me.
[ He reaches up to stroke Komaeda's hair. When he thinks about it, this really is the first time anyone's treated him like this since he was a child. As he got older, he became increasingly independent, and since then he's ensured that no one would need to care for him.
That said, his mind is completely skipping over the matter of the email. Sorry Komaeda, he can only truly focus on exactly one thing at a time right now. ]
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What could he possibly be referring to...? ]
Hm...? Stop what?
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I've already met Komaeda-kun.
[ Who is his someone nice. He seems quite certain of this case. ]
But if you asked me not to... I'd have no choice, would I? You should enjoy it, too...
[ That is, he should enjoy being given affection. He seems a little disappointed, but that quickly shifts into a blank look as he tries to register what he's being asked, not quite able to shift from one serious topic to the next so quickly. He does get it after several seconds, though, and to his credit he does seem to have (somehow) managed to do everything that had been asked of him. ]
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[ What is a person who loves trash...? He doesn't object to the laptop being taken though. He watches for a few seconds more before he slides out of the bed and takes care as he moves over to his dresser. He tugs a few things out before disappearing into the master bathroom, pressing the door shut behind him. Time to assess the damage from his most recent fall.
Komaeda will find that everything had been written as instructed, and it's roughly what one would expect from a man who chose each and every word with care. Formal, prim, and polished while still being personalized enough to avoid feeling stiff or generic. There's a few errors here, but nothing out that one wouldn't expect in a rough draft. But it is worded, as promised, in a manner that suggests he's temporarily stepping down due to unforeseen circumstances, along with the fact that Michiru Namida would be assisting with the process in his absence. ]
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As it turns out, repeatedly falling and bumping into things is bad when you have stitches. Hiyori can see the bloodstain immediately when he takes his shirt off, and all he can do is be grateful that it was a dark enough color that a stain won't show. He takes his medical kit out from under the sink, and then comes the tedious process of trying to get his limbs to cooperate long enough to undress the injury, clean and treat it, and then redress it. Naturally, this is all quite painful as it involves repeatedly touching the spot, and he has to bite down on his lip to keep from screaming more than once.
Komaeda really could have at least picked a spot that he had an easier time reaching. He doesn't quite think to ask for assistance, being used to taking care of himself regardless of circumstances. ]
Would you please, Komaeda-kun?
[ Ow, ow, ow...
UnFortunately, he manages to get through that. The rest doesn't take quite as long - wash his face, brush his teeth, tie his hair up. Komaeda will no doubt be able to tell when he's agitated something, but he manages to survive the entire affair. He does choose a more casual outfit than he normally might, thinking that his work clothes might be a too formal... Hmm, still, he hope it looks nice enough.Fuss, fuss, fuss... Then a little more fussing with this and that for good measure, and he gives up and exits the bathroom. ]
Sorry that took so long.
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Hiyori tugs at his sleeve a little, wondering if this is perhaps dressing down a little too much after all. It's a little embarrassing to have a patient see him in such casual wear when he made an effort to be so prim and polished most of the time, especially since it's been some time since he allowed himself to go out looking like this... Komaeda doesn't seem too offended by it, though, so he supposes it's alright. And fortunately according to me he looks hot in his usual wear, but cute as Hell dressed down.
He takes his phone first, thanking Komaeda for taking care of things as he searches through his nightstand until he finds his wallet as well. He slips that into his back pocket before finally taking the bottle of pills. Hiyori's still not certain how he feels about having another person do so much for him. It makes him uncomfortable, it feels like a threat to his independence, but unfortunately for him he's still in no state to think through those implications and so they fade within seconds.
He turns the bottle over in his fingers, looking at the label. ]
Ahaha... Was I that loud? I'm sorry, Komaeda-kun. I needed to do a bit of wound care. I suppose I'll need to get a few more things for my medical kit.
[ A better local anesthesia should be a nice start. ]
I should be alright now.
[ He is going to pocket that bottle now though. ]
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I'd rather you didn't. It's not a big deal, really. I tore a couple stitches, and it took a bit of creativity to correct for it. It doesn't matter how much it hurts, or how inconvenient it is, any medical professional should be able to at least do this much.
[ The lateral half of his explanation comes out sharper than the former, though it doesn't seem to be directed at himself nor Komaeda so much as any who might fall under that umbrella. He might not be able to perform complex surgery on himself, not when he lacked all the tools to do so, but as far as he was concerned this was in line with the most basic of tasks. Despite being patient with all others, Hiyori seems to have a low tolerance for others in his field.
Naturally, he would offer himself no excuses for being able to do so. It's a little frustrating that he was so short sighted as to lack all of the tools he needed to perform this. time. Even so, it's an interesting experience to perform such care on one's own back. It required a careful touch and the use of a mirror. It was quite painful, worse still for the drugs he was on, but it was the bare minimum of what he should be capable of.
He brushes his bangs out of his face, only for them to fall right back into place, and fixes his smile. ]
... Besides, I think I'm a better doctor than a patient.
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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