( 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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[ Komaeda never gives himself enough credit. If only he did then he would realize that he's equally capable of handling these situations.. Well, that's just as well when Hiyori wouldn't allow him to do so. He takes the the vicodin in hand, twisting the cap off the bottle and spilling a few pills into his hand before dry swallowing them. It's not the best medication for the purpose of staying awake, as it's more liable to put one to sleep, but it'll do well enough in numbing the pain.

Hiyori pulls the shirt over his head and slips out of it. He holds it up and wrinkles his nose at the sheer amount of blood before tossing it off to the side. His chest is wiped down and quickly bandaged with the skill and efficiency that one would expect of a person who's spent the better part of their life in medicine. He grimaces as he looks down at his injuries, then the collection of pills, and decides that he'd rather not put too much thought into what recovery looks like... Ah, he should focus on not bleeding out for now.

To Komaeda he offers a single nod. ]

Those will work.

[ He starts slipping out of his pants now. It's slow, but so is his efforts to stand up, and he sways as vertigo hits before stabilizing himself by gripping the back of the chair. His free hand coves to his chest as he takes in a handful of deep breaths. He does believe that a less critical area would be better. ]

.. You wouldn't really cut my tongue out, would you?

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[ There's a brief moment when he covers his mouth to hide it. He's gotten rather attached to his tongue, and there's the ever present issue of a person being liable to choke on their own blood when it's been taken. It drops back down though, his face sobering up as Komaeda goes on.

He looks off to the side, his lips curving down in a slight frown. ]

You're right. There's things that I would rather keep to himself.

[ He doesn't want Komaeda to hear him say that he is still the person that was chosen to become hope, nor of the cruelty he's capable of. If only he could understand the madness of his love as Hiyori does his of. Komaeda takes things out of the box and pushes out of the nest, Hiyori shackles and locks them up tight and swallows the key so that not even he himself can ever release them. His despair was born of love too, and it was love that saved him. It's the magic that he sprinkles about like fairy dust, an illusion that he plays with all the more for knowing what it is.

The clothes are just the right size, of course, as the Ultimate Lucky Student's talent is nothing to be scoffed at. He reaches to take them so he can slide them off the hanger and start to put them on, the pants coming before the shirt, and as he does so he wonders if that sameself luck means that he'd only heard the worst parts. ]

What did you hear that was so unpleasant that you'd cut out my tongue to avoid hearing any more?

[ No sense in beating around the bush. ]</small.

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[ There's a little twitch of his shoulders, and as his fingers curl around his jacket he finds his trembling fingers gripping it too tight. It's as blood soaked as everything else, but he's unwilling to abandon it. If he had one concern about what Komaeda might here it would be neither his arrogance nor cruelty, as he already knows Komaeda can't understand the madness of his love, but of the object that he keeps on hand at all times. He'll find out anyway now, but there's no need for him to know of where he keeps it. ]

... Komaeda.

[ He's a little annoyed, but he already knows where he's going. Those who are tied together can always follow the string to the other end. Hiyori is no thing that goes bump in the night, not a creature that preys upon people, but one who works every day to secure a shred of the peace that he so desires. He filches, gritting his teeth. He does have to work fast. He has to do more, work harder, act quicker.

He had chalked Komaeda's lack of involvement up to his luck - no, that's not quite right, it's the fact that he's less of a threat. Hiyori is an apex predator that devours everything beneath him, and he had gone so far as to stick his nose into things here as he always does. The hand holding his jacket falls to his side while the other comes to cover his mouth as he coughs violently, pulling it away to see blood clinging to it. ]

Let's go.

[ He turns and starts toward the door. His movements are sluggish for the injuries that he's suffered, but he can keep going. He'll keep going as long as he needs to. ]

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It'll be fine.

[ Those words come out sharper than he means them to. He swallows down the taste of iron in mouth. There's sweat beading on his forehead, and it takes an effort to keep his breath steady, but if he allows himself to stop then he's not sure he'll get back up. Hiyori, always so reasonable and careful, can be so stubborn at times like this. He's irritated enough about the refusal to answer to not want to accept any help, but he doesn't like the idea of Komaeda doing his dirty work either. It's only worthless, pathetic men who need another to do away with their demons.

Their fingers intertwine and their palms press together. Hiyori squeezes Komaeda's hand too tightly and his breath hitches as another wave of pain shoots through him. He forces that grip to loosen seconds later, giving it a gentler squeeze now, and he knows there's blood left on it. It wouldn't be wise for either of them to be alone now though. ]

Humans are capable of some tru--[ He suchs in a breath, a shudder running down in spine. ]--Truly marvelous things, aren't they? So don't worry... I won't let let anything happen to you.

[ He takes a few steps forward. His gait is slow. He feels weak and sluggish, and it's hard to keep his balance, but he has to keep going. But maybe it's enough that he keeps his husband with him, or maybe it's his hubris that allows him to? But he's never liked letting those he's taken under his wing out of his sight for fear that some interloper much scoop them up. ]

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Who's going to save me if something goes wrong then...?

[ Does he want both of them all that much? He doesn't seem to have such interest in Komaeda, though perhaps that's because he doesn't have fears in the same way that Hiyori does. How do you frighten a person who fears neither injury or death, but only despair? But even that he sees as something that will be felled. He's a talented individual, if a delusional one.

He wouldn't be surprised if the real goal was to experience Hiyori's talent first hand. But he's struggling to come up with anything better when his condition is so poor, and he knows the right way to make an i incision without doing permanent harm.

Ah, he hates the idea of adding another scar to his beautiful body... ]

Are you a good shot...?

[ He mumbles while already being able to guess at the answer. He'd have no reason to have held a gun before, so if he were to hold it in his hand it would be a matter of relying on his luck. ]

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No... No, if I do it right now, then that won't be a problem. You have to... [ He pants, taking in such deep breaths that one would think that air wasn't reaching his lungs, ] ... You have to take care of these things immediately.

[ He slips an arm around Komaeda's shoulders to offer himself some small amount of support. He can't lean on him too heavily, but even the little bit that he does is enough to keep him upright.

He squeezes the other's shoulder. It would be so much easier if he hadn't gone so far to wake him up. Then he wouldn't feel so indebted. But he does, and it seems as though he's the only one who can use a firearm. How unfortunate. But Hiyori is used to doing things himself, and so he doesn't quite worry.

He's already decided to protect both of them. He squeezes his shoulder, before pulling away and reaching into his jacket. He frowns as he looks to him before looking back to the scratches left behind. ]

... Komaeda-kun. If his goal is to kill both of us personally, then why not show himself again when one of us is already close to death?