( 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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[ stop they were right ]

Yes, of course... You're always welcome to come in, Komaeda-kun.

[ Hiyori has decided it to be such and in his mind that settles the matter. He misses having company in his room. It's bad enough that Komaeda will be released before him, limiting their time together even further, without having to be separated from him while they remain in the same building.

He catches himself just before he can say something foolish about not needing to listen to others who will say otherwise. That will cause problems, as he has no doubt that his word ill take priority. He leaves it at that for now. The knob turns easily in Komaeda's hand and there's no staff to interrupt them now, and so they'll be permitted entry with no issue.. ]

This room is closer to the communal areas, and the elevator too. Isn't that nice?

[ It'll make it easier for them to do things together. ]

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[ i was today years old when i learned that luxury hospital rooms are a thing ]

Hm...?

[ Had he misunderstood? He's been in a bit of a state of confusion himself, easily distracted and bouncing from one subject to another, and he finds that it's nice to be given such attention. There's no one that will do that here, of course, given that they're all professionals who wish to keep their job. He has equally interest in them, but here with Komaeda, he seems considerably calmer than before. Perhaps his agitation really was from being confined for so long.

Still, he shouldn't complain so much when it does seem that at some point or another he had been moved into a nicer room, really. It's spacious enough, with wood paneling on the wall decorations that add color to the room, a sofa, nice bedding, flat-screen televisions, and a few amenities to make it feel more homely... It's unlikely that a normal person could afford it. ]

Oh, yes, I needed to take my pills before we go... I believe they should be on the nightstand...

[ He blinks a few times. ]

Ah, I believe they said they were going to move me again... I'll make sure they move you at the same time. You'll never be able to recover properly if all you have to look at is an empty room with white walls... You should have company and color in your life, and more natural lighting too... Oh, I believe it even has a small living area. That would be nice, wouldn't it?

[ It's not the same as being home, but it would be something. They could go into the living space and watch TV and pretend that they weren't here.

He really is always worrying about him. ]

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Don't worry, they will... I'll have them set it up while we're out tomorrow... Ah, but you will need to help me to move.

[ He seems certain of this fact, and that's probably because Hiyori does get what he wants in the end. It'll be harder for them to decline if they seem to be doing well. If he has any trouble, he simply needs to find the right person to act - somebody who won't want to incur his ire by refusing his request. In the end there should be no issue when it will be a better set up now. Besides, he's considerably less vulnerable now than he was at the start.

It'll feel more like home. There's too much white for him to parse in his current room, and it's too devoid of stimulation... No, it's not good at all, and he deserves far better than being treated like a prisoner in a place that's meant to care for and heal him. The best way to keep him from harming himself is to keep him content enough that those urges don't overpower him to start with.

He doesn't quite worry bout asking for Komaeda's help either. It's not something he's fond of, but the Ultimate Lucky Student is only too happy to feel that he's being of use. It's a way of showing his love, and in a way it does make them feel like more of a proper couple when they can depend on each other in such a way... It would be nicer than having to call a nurse every time he wants something.

He places his hand on the other's cheek as their lips meet, parting his lips so that the pill can be transferred between them. It's a nicer way of taking it than simply popping them all in at once, and he smiles upon pulling away, swallowing the pill down. ]

Would you like to stay here tonight?

[ That might be a little more difficult but... Well, they can figure something out. ]

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[ It's just cliche enough to make his heart leap, and he kisses and he returns that kiss with an increasing eagerness. Komaeda being sickly makes it difficult at times such as this when all he wants to do is capture those soft cool lips over and over again, to explore his mouth with his tongue. He would kiss him until he forgot how to breathe and had to come back up for air, but as it is he finds himself satisfied with what can be afforded, those brief and fleeting kisses that always leave him wanting one more.

He's happy to hear that ready acceptance despite knowing it would come, and he does believe that he'll be happier yet with them placed together once more. He places his hand on his arm, letting it slide down until his fingers are curling around slender fingers. ]

Which ones...? Ah, I think there's just a few more...

[ He rattles off an additional three names. Medication to help with the pain, medication to prevent complications and infection, medications to encourage cellular repair, supplements to compensate for the fact that he's not eating well... He's taking a lot of pills these days, the finest treatment plans and medications that money can buy offered up just to him. ]

We should watch Unsolved Mysteries tonight... Perhaps we'll be able to come up with solutions.

[ He really did just decide that on his own. Of the two, Hiyori is probably the far more troublesome one, but he believes it to be appropriate for one who knows his health and circumstances well enough. But he's already thinking of how they might watch the recreations of unsolved crimes and discuss them, perhaps stumbling upon some reasonable explanation for the sequence of events that occurred.. He's well enough to sit on the couch with him, so they could cuddle with a blanket, though he'll likely fall asleep if he gets too comfortable. Maybe Komaeda could curl up in bed with him instead. ]

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Thank you....

[ He finds that Komaeda is a nice person to have these discussions with. He's sharp enough to keep up with the conversation and creative enough to find solutions, enough so to fill in the gaps that are left by his own thinking patterns. When he's out, he thinks that they might consider picking up more strategy games. He's partial to chess, but it might be nice for both of them to rope in a couple others for more modern games such as Betrayal at House on the Hill and Scythe.

When they're out... He smiles a little as he thinks on it, holding his hand out and taking them in his palm. He should readily accept each and every kiss given to him, enjoying each one more than the last, but he can take them this way as well. He pops them into his mouth at once and swallows them dry, but finds that the medicinal taste sticks to his tongue unpleasantly. He really should be having a nurse assist him with these activities, but the fussing does grow tiring.

He does wonder at how easily one of them might be able to switch his pills or slip something into his drink. It could have been added to IVs so that it might been injected directly into his veins. How frightening to think of. ]

Would you still like to go outside? We might not have much time today, but we can make up for it tomorrow... We could stay in and cuddle... ♡

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[ Komaeda's love is something far more pure than Annie had held. It's shameful to put all of ones affection into something that can never return those feelings. It's like clinging to feelings for a corpse. Once they've died a person is nothing more than compost to fertilize the soil, whether they be rich or poor or talented or untalented. His look is directed at something real, a person whom can hold him and stroke his hair and remind him of his worth however many times it takes for him to start to believe the words.

It hurts to be touched, and he's certain that there will be discomfort if they cuddle. There had been before too, but he had managed well enough then, and so he nods. ]

It's alright... You'll need to be gentle with me, but we can cuddle.

[ He looks for nothing more and nothing less. It could be because the drugs are still leaving his sex drive lacking compared to normal, but more likely it's the simple loneliness of having been by himself for so long with neither work nor occasional guests to break up the empty days. He isolates his heart, throws away allies at the drop of a hat, but he is nonetheless a social creature at heart. ]

I'll tell you if you gets to be too much, but... It would bring me comfort to be able to have you close to me once more.

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[ Despite the drugs telling him otherwise and the corresponding desire to argue, Hiyori knows that for now it's what he has to settle for. The risks aside, it would likely impede his efforts to have them placed in the same room once more. He nods in agreement despite the visible disappointment, and their lips meeting is a pleasant distraction from those thoughts.

Komaeda's lips are cool against his own, and it pairs nicely with the warmth that comes with their mouths melding into each other, the faint taste of butter still clinging to the tongue that mingles with his own. Hiyori leans his head just slightly in the other direction as he explores Komaeda's mouth in return, letting his tongue slip past the other's lips and explores his mouth, letting his tongue flick against the other's. It's a sensation that he knows well by now. They've shared so many kisses that his husband has finally stopped pulling away from him, not quite bold enough to enjoy such closeness with one who's above him. But the Ultimate Surgeon would cover in in a hundred kisses, in a thousand kisses if that was what it took to make him see how loved he is.

What bliss it is to be with him, even like this. ]

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[ It ends to soon, kisses with Komaeda always do, and he lets his hand linger and slide down before finally taking it back and placing it back on the armrest. The fluttering feeling in his chest is enough to sustain him for now, and he briefly finds that he has to stop himself from thinking of more. If his condition were just a little better he could sit with his arms around him, pull him back and let him lay on top of him, slip his hands over every inch of that frail body... But it's alright, they have plenty of time for that.

But just being next to him isn't bad either. ]

Yes, I'd quite like that! I believe they have caramel popcorn here, yes? Would you get that for me?

[ He's fond of the kind with chocolate drizzle and cake batter popcorn too, but they don't carry that kind of specialty treats ]

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[ The soft click of a lock leaves him alone with his thoughts. The room is quiet due to the soundproofing installed in it, a hazard if not for the cameras that are stationed about. He wonders now if he should have let Komaeda go on his own. His luck often causes him trouble... He would hate it if theri time together was cut short by some inconsiderate person once more. Really, he's not sure he could forgive that now.

But if he thinks bad thoughts then bad things will happen, and so he chooses instead to think on what they'll do today and the next. Perhaps they can sit on the sofa together. It's difficult to cuddle now, but holding hands and leaning against each other while sharing a blanket would be just as nice... They can nuzzle more,g exchange kisses and just enjoy the other's touch. Then tomorrow they can explore every inch of the gardens, feed the birds and pluck flowers to put in the vase of their new room. He'll pluck tulips and orchids and anemones for him, slip a primrose behind his ear.

He fidgets, looking around the room before taking his phone out and clicking through to find a show for them to watch. He really should ask for an electric wheelchair. They had been hesitant to give him one for fear of him pushing himself too much, but this restlessness only makes him want to more. He's never liked needing to depend on others, and it feels wrong to take allow another to assist him so much. He's supposed to be caring for Komaeda, not the other way around. ]

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[ By time he makes it back Hiyori has started to worry despite knowing well enough that it's not that much time at all. He's already decided on a show for them, albeit one Komaeda has likely seen by now. He sets his phone down when he hears the knock upon the door. ]

Welcome back!

[ He seems cheerful enough. There's a soft laugh. ]

Ah, you did well! I was starting to worry that one was giving you trouble... ♡

[ They'd probably have dragged him back to his room, and then their plans would be for nothing. It's much harder for them to move him now that he's here than if he's already locked up in an uncomfortable, empty room. ]

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It's alright. This room has a kitchenette as well... Isn't that nice? There's no reason I need leave... I do believe they'll be upset once they realize they've lost track of two patients.

[ He can't use any of them as well as he'd like, but even that is easily resolved by having a nurse who will attend to him at a moment's notice. There's no stove on which he might burn himself, but there's an electric kettle and a coffee maker, a microwave and a fridge, even cabinets with a few dinnerware sets. It pains his heart to think of the sharp contrast between what they've been afforded. Komaeda would be right to be resentful for it, though he would certainly dismiss it, as he at least was at least given a gilded cage to live in.

He shakes his head. He has no problem with Komaeda sitting on his bed save that he can't join him. His hand sets upon the bag, examining it, pleased that he'd found what he'd hoped for. ]

You've been doing splendidly. I'm grateful to have someone so thoughtful and attentive... Would you mind popping it now? We can sit on the sofa together after if you'd like.. I thought we could watch "Unsolved Mysteries" together.

[ It's an old show, but it remains as iconic as ever. ]

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I'm embarrassed by their incompetence, of course, but it won't happen again..

[ It should upset him more than it does, but he's on enough drugs to make it seem to be a minor issue when he wishes to be a missing patient at this moment. It would be inconvenient for him if they were to barge in and take his husband from him, albeit it's of far more concern that they'd put him at risk by not so much as acknowledging his circumstances.

He'll report it and see to it that it's handled and after that something like this little rendezvous will be impossible. ]

We can start with the "Circleville Letter Writer." Are you familiar with that one?

[ It's quite the spectacle that entailed an anonymous author uncovering the secrets about residents, threatening them and harassing one woman. It comes complete with a murder, an attempted murder, and what was in all likeliness a framing. It's the kind of layered story that thrillers dream of being, but one that would be unsatisfying if put to paper for the lack of answers. ]

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Yes, that's right. They blamed the brother-in-law, but there's nothing that truly suggests that he was guilty of any crime.

[ Hiyori reaches up to place his hands on Komaeda's shoulders. His one arm is still difficult to lift, and it shakes as he does so, but he manages to secure his grip. It's embarrassing to have to go through such trouble just for the simple act of lifting himself out of a chair and transferring to a sofa. They've been saying that he should be mobile before much longer, but then, they've been saying that for some time now.

He tries not to think too hard on it. ]

I'm causing you quite a bit of trouble lately, aren't I? I should be the one taking care of you.