( closed to @luck ) your turn to die: sou hiyori

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With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.

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Ice cream has a fine ratio of fat and proteins, and a fair bit of calcium and vitamins... I believe this one has probiotics in it as well. Come now, you should at least have a little.

[ The way he looks doesn't go unnoticed though. It takes a little bit of maneuvering, as his one arm is still heavy and only partially responsive, but he manages to remove his scarf and gingerly wrap it around Komaeda's neck instead. He's still upset, but not quite so much as to dampen his indulgent nature. It's chilly in here, and his former patient runs cold at the best of times, and they likely wouldn't provide him with anything that could be used to harm himself.

He's not concerned with the appearance of it, really, but then he never seems to be. ]

There now... You should see about getting warmer clothes too. You're dressed too light for how chilly it is in here...

[ He mumbles, as concerned with his well being as ever, adjusting the scarf a little more before he seems satisfied with how it's wrapped around him. It's a thick scarf, warm and comfortable and well suited for chilly winter days. It's not quite wintery in here, but too cool for the boy sitting next to him. ]

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[ ...

There's a tired sigh, like he's already decided on the answer to his next question, ]

And where would that be?

[ Hiyori supposes this is the first object of any length he'd have had access to in some times. They would have taken both sharp and long objects from him - shoelaces, strings in clothes, belts, anything of real note. They'll have him under close watch as well; he vaguely remembers insisting on that.

He would be displeased if he found out their staff was shirking their duties with one of his patients. As such, it will taken from him if not collected before they part, and Hiyori will get an earful about it later.

How exhausting... ]

No, I've had all privileges revoked.

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Not at all. I would never cause such trouble myself. I had a naughty kitty knocking items over in my room.

[ He's still a touch miffed about it, as even now he can tell that he's being watched closely. They truly won't allow him any freedom at this point, and they'll find some excuse or another not to allow this to repeat.

It's well intended enough, as they fear for their jobs and themselves, but unnecessary. Hiyori must be able to catch onto the issue, as he sets the ice cream cup down and looks around the room before turning his eyes back to Komaeda.

Something light might do for him. ]

Hm... What about eggs and toast? Will you have that? I doubt they'll add much, but I'll have them add a few extra shakes of salt for you.

[ He reaches his hand up behind the younger ultimate's back, placing his hand on his head and ruffling his hair gently. ]

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[ Perhaps his mind is still cloudy, as he didn't quite think it would be taken that way. It's easy to conflate things while in his present state, and in many ways Komaeda gets treated like one of his younger patients as much as the adults in his care. He wasn't the first one to have the misfortune of clumsily breaking things, or to see injuries, and the doctor would laugh it off while making up some antecedent or another for them. Children are simple in that way.

Not that he seems to mind. It takes him off guard, and there's a small sound as he feels that hand on his thigh. It takes some effort for him to remember not to push things forward, and he swallows instead, a shiver running down his spine. ]

The one that sneaked into my bed was quite tempting... ♡

[ He really is easy to put in a better mood.

That said, having determined eggs and toast to be an acceptable substitute for a proper meal, Hiyori fidgets as he waves a staff member over, and after a bit of conversation they agree to agree easily enough... But he could probably bother them for about anything and be indulged. ]

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Hmm~? It wasn't a pet, it was a troublesome feral kitty that wanted to knock everything off the shelves and the bed~ ♪

[ Is he upset about it? Of course not! There's only a brief moment of disappointment when his hand is removed, but otherwise he's managed to put on a smile. It's tired and a little frayed from spending far too much time under the influence and without any real socialization to speak of, but he wears it nicely enough despite that. ]

You should have something. You'll be throwing up bile and water if you don't.

[ He's not. ]

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[ Hiyori chuckles. For as much as Komaeda questions and resists being treated well, he's quick to grow upset the moment one does as requested. Here is a time when he can accept the blame and be so grateful for the opportunity, but he won't.

The kinder a person is, the harder it gets to accept the reverse, maybe he really doesn't think himself to have done anything wrong? He tends to be quite arbitrary as to what is and isn't his fault. Hiyori places a hand on his back, rubbing it gently. ]

Now, now... How can I when that same kitty will just sneak into my house and hide under my covers should I not give them enough attention?

[ He's teasing him. ]

You said you would share it with me, didn't you?

roll: 20

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[ Well, he had tried to reach out, but he had given up when that didn't work, though perhaps his messages simply didn't go through, but he had certainly give up. He lets his arm be removed though, resting his hand in his lap.

He's still not happy, but Hiyori supposes that he can relent a little. He nods in agreement to taking the first bite before shaking his head as he responds to the claim, ]

Not at all. It's quite the opposite. I love you always. On warm and sunny days, on windy and rainy days, I love you.

[ On days when his mere presence can light up the room, on days when he causes nothing but trouble, there's an immovable love behind it. Hiyori is one who can bring out the beauty in anyone, who can fill even the most despicable creature up with such pleasant dreams that they forget their own monstrous appearance, and all of that nothing more than him pouring his affection into each and every one of them.

Komaeda is special though. He offers that unchanging love to him every day without fail, crafts him into something beautiful just by recognizing him as such, and even now as he wraps an arm around his waist so he can lean over to kiss his temple. ]

No matter the weather or time of day, I love you always, and I think of you always. That will never change.

roll: 14

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[ He starts, but he can't quite mange to seal the deal, and Hiyori can only watch. A kiss would be best, but he'll settle for how close he had gotten. Those words must have helped to bring him around a little. There's no need to pull him back in when doing so might agitate him further, and so he instead reaches over to gingerly rest a hand on his arm, leaning over just slightly. But his hazy mind pulls at him and reminds him that this time spent together is precious given that assurance, and his heart aches to think of how harsh his restrictions will continue to be.

But maybe he can sense some of what he's been thinking too, or perhaps it's just how well he knows him. Komaeda isn't a fan of being trapped in any one place, but least of all in a rigid and structured setting such as this. ]

... Komaeda-kun. I told them to give you the same care as they would give me. They'll make sure that you heal quickly, well enough that you don't have to come back. They won't keep you a second longer than they need to... I promise.

[ Hiyori doesn't break his promises any more than any of those employed by ASUNARO do. He lets his hand move up, stroking his hair, tilting his head to look at him better. His eyes looked so clear above his, not a trace of the hazy look that those around him carry, and he regrets that the other had been so quick to pull away and hide his face once more. ]

I believe you'll be released soon, much sooner than I will be at least, and of course I'll visit you once I get out. You'll be the first person I see.

[ He has no one to go back to, but he can at least have someone who will come back to him.

There's a plate on the table with two pieces of toast and egg, one with more salt on it than the other. He lifts that piece up, taking a small bite before setting it down before nudging it toward Komaeda. ]

... Okay?

roll: 17

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[ ... He could've gotten a handjob?

He thinks about that missed opportunity for a moment, a little heartbroken, but fortunately he's able to quickly dismiss it. He doesn't have much of a sex drive right now, so it would be wasted, and there will be plenty of time for that later. Anyway, he's just not going to think about it, and aside from a couple blinks and a briefly puzzled look, he doesn't falter. There's a little laugh before he fixes his smile. ]

Of course not... It doesn't matter what we're doing, any time spent with you is precious to me.

[ He lifts up the piece of toast and takes another small bite, chewing thoroughly before swallowing. He seems to have cheered up enough to have a small meal at least, and that does make him feel a touch better about the entire affair, so this is a net win. It's bland, but it gets the job done. He probably wants to get out of her quicker, and that's a sentiment they both share. He keeps the toast in his hand, taking another small bite before finally setting it down on the plate. ]

I'm doing this because I want you to recover quickly. I want you to be able to go back to school, and to be able to greet me with a smile when I'm released. And then you can tell me about everything that's happened while I was away... Promise me that you will?

[ Hiyori already knows what the subject will wind up being. It'll be sprinkled with plenty of talk about which of his classmates had done what and other subjects he has little interest in, but he'll listen even to that. Truly, he's certain by that point it'll be downright entertaining to have a conversation and a life that isn't confined to white walls and sterile rooms. ]

Re: roll: 14

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[ Annie Wilkes was, too, the biggest fan of the object of her affection - the talented Paul Sheldon, whom she resented so much for ending his book series that she went so far as to hold him hostage and leaving him crippled, starvation and dehydration and withholding the painkillers he was addicted to, even cutting off a foot and thumb in order to satisfy her passion for his works. It was her love for the aptly named Misery, her love for a human that can never exist, and for Sheldon who was the only one who could breathe life into her lungs and force blood to flow through her veins.

Komaeda is much like Wilkes, but he's far cuter than a washed up nurse who spends their days thoughtlessly killing. He must have gone on a hunger strike, and he thinks it's fortunate that he's indulging now. They would force a feeding tube down his throat if he continued. Hiyori himself has little appetite, but he can have anything he pleases at any time, and so he's satisfied with just watching.

His biggest fan, who would confine him to a basement and hack off limbs and crush his legs just in order to see him offer up a satisfying conclusion to his story. It's easy enough when there's no love for him, a mere person, a venue for his true goals.

There's a gentle laugh, the pleasant smile easily remaining in place, because he's lived such a life as far back as he can remember. ]

Well, if you're not there, then you won't be able to! That's why you need to make a fully recovery, so that I have you to return to!

[ He resented being loved for what he is and where he comes from in his youth. He still does, but only insofar as that his efforts are a far greater accomplishment. It feels wrong to love him, it's disgusting and vile when his connection to that place is so limited, and what could be a great reward than a love considered vile and wrong as often as it is a pure and absolute good? ]

Ah, I believe they have beverages over there...

[ He lifts his finger to point. He knows this place well. ]

Would you be kind enough to get me some juice as well? White peace juice would be lovely if they have it... Ah, of course water would be fine as well.

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[ Love comes in all forms, but it's only at times like this, his thoughts scattered and unstable due to heavy drugs, that to be reminded of the love given to him throughout the years can be a needle pressing down and piercing his skin. It's what he wants. If people love him for his proper appearances and accomplishments, for his fame and success and riches and efforts, then he's safe. It's that love that he chases after, that he nurtures, and so there's no reason to be upset.

It's something about the drugs, it's something about that title.

Komaeda leaves before he can open his mouth to say anything more. He blinks a few times at that, and when he gets back there's a quizzical cant of the head as he sits across from him and out of his reach. ]

Ah, thank you...

[ He takes the juice first, twisting the cap off and taking a couple of slow sips. It has a light sweetness to it, just enough for him to taste it, and he finds that good enough for the moment. It's unlikely that they'll give him any more sweets. ]

The park sounds nice. We could make a day of it... We'll have to bring birdseed with us, or a mixed vegetable bag.

[ The ones that just have peas, carrots, and corn are fine enough for waterfowl. It would be nice after being trapped inside for so long, and so long as they chose a less traversed one there won't be too many people. Hiyori does well enough in crowds, and he'll do better yet after isolation, but having someone to himself sounds nice too. ]

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You never embarrass me.

[ Except for those times during which he's decided to throw a tantrum in the middle of a crowded space. It might not have been ideal to have strangers shown his Student ID either, but that continues to be a problem for future Hiyori. Present Hiyori need not fear that others will bother him.

He lets Komaeda take his water, taking a couple more small sips. He tilts the bottle back and forth, watching with amusement as the liquid sloshes around before he raises his eyes. ]

But we can go back to my bed if you'd like! ♡ I miss spending time with Komaeda-kun... It's not the same when we're around a bunch of busybodies.

[ It's a joke, but it's also not. It's crowded in here, and it is somewhat inconvenient to be watched as though he were a school child that could act out at any time. It makes it difficult to relax when he'll be scolded for this and that, as though he has no concept of his own limitations nor what's right or wrong. Then they'll find some excuse or another as to why this was a bad idea, and how he should really focus on recovering and what else they're taking from him...

All this because of one little incident! ]