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eyeswideopen) wrote2015-10-14 07:21 pm
eyeswideopen) wrote2015-10-14 07:21 pm
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Messenger Box
If you need to get a hold of Komaeda, here's where you do it.
Messenger birds, action, what have you.
[ Dusty dirt clings to his trousers as he stands, Charizard shuffling to give the room, and to lift as well. His knees feel like they might buckle when he's on his feet, but he keeps his balance. ]
I'm glad to know you, Komaeda. [ He rubs at his hands, looking down at them, but not for long. ] I'd like...to keep doing what we can together, and be there for each other.
You're important to me.
[ And he hopes that doesn't sound strange, as sheepish as it comes out. ]
I'm glad to know you, Komaeda. [ He rubs at his hands, looking down at them, but not for long. ] I'd like...to keep doing what we can together, and be there for each other.
You're important to me.
[ And he hopes that doesn't sound strange, as sheepish as it comes out. ]
Isn't that what friends do? Of course you can always count on my help...and thank you for yours.
[He holds out his hand, as he adds his voice soft.] Red, no matter what, never doubt you're important to me too.
[Even if he were to vanish and return with no memories. Always.]
[He holds out his hand, as he adds his voice soft.] Red, no matter what, never doubt you're important to me too.
[Even if he were to vanish and return with no memories. Always.]
[Naegi fingers the crystal clover hanging from his neck, uncertain. He's never had an issue with using the amulets for communication - usually his voice messages go to who they're supposed to go to and such - but... his whole body is stiff with tension for an entirely different reason.
He doesn't want to have this conversation with anyone. Doesn't want to force Komaeda into talking about Nanami when that's surely already something very raw and painful, but... But...
"Still, I'm totally disappointed. Like I said, better you hear these things from them than me, but from the sounds of it, not one of them told you that. Which is pretty messed up..."
"But hey, you know what else doesn't change? The fact they didn't tell you about her."
And Naegi squeezes his eyes shut, like that can block it out, but it doesn't really. Not completely. He still cares... For better or worse, he'll always care about his upperclassmen, but his trust feels like an open wound that's been rubbed raw. Enoshima's words are like a poison.
...He has to at least try, though.]
Ko- Komaeda-san. [Oh no, that's bad, his voice is already unsteady.] I'm... sorry to bother you, but... I just had a conversation with Enoshima-san, and I wanted to talk to you about something. Would... you mind if I came over for a bit?
He doesn't want to have this conversation with anyone. Doesn't want to force Komaeda into talking about Nanami when that's surely already something very raw and painful, but... But...
"Still, I'm totally disappointed. Like I said, better you hear these things from them than me, but from the sounds of it, not one of them told you that. Which is pretty messed up..."
"But hey, you know what else doesn't change? The fact they didn't tell you about her."
And Naegi squeezes his eyes shut, like that can block it out, but it doesn't really. Not completely. He still cares... For better or worse, he'll always care about his upperclassmen, but his trust feels like an open wound that's been rubbed raw. Enoshima's words are like a poison.
...He has to at least try, though.]
Ko- Komaeda-san. [Oh no, that's bad, his voice is already unsteady.] I'm... sorry to bother you, but... I just had a conversation with Enoshima-san, and I wanted to talk to you about something. Would... you mind if I came over for a bit?
[The response is immediate, and precise but gentle. He doesn't know what Junko told Naegi but, given the nature of what he once was. It has to be something about them as Despairs.]
It's no trouble at all. I'll have tea waiting for you.
[He cleans up his work space in the library and heads home. Whenever Naegi knocks, he answers it on the second rap.]
Please, come in. [He steps aside and holds the door open. It's only once the door is shut does he ask.] Ask whatever you want to ask.
I'll answer you.
It's no trouble at all. I'll have tea waiting for you.
[He cleans up his work space in the library and heads home. Whenever Naegi knocks, he answers it on the second rap.]
Please, come in. [He steps aside and holds the door open. It's only once the door is shut does he ask.] Ask whatever you want to ask.
I'll answer you.
O-okay. I should be there soon.
[Komaeda sounds so kind over the crystal, and even as he walks to the house, it makes his throat tight and the backs of his eyes burn. He doesn't... want to do this...
But he has to.
Once he arrives, Naegi thanks him politely as the door is held open for him. Then clears his throat to speak, even though the words still feel difficult to push out.]
Komaeda-san, I... [Swallows hard. Makoto, just say it.] Why... didn't any of you tell me Nanami-san is an AI?
[Why did I have to find it out from Enoshima-san? But Naegi can't bring himself to go that extra step, at least not out loud, so he doesn't.]
[Komaeda sounds so kind over the crystal, and even as he walks to the house, it makes his throat tight and the backs of his eyes burn. He doesn't... want to do this...
But he has to.
Once he arrives, Naegi thanks him politely as the door is held open for him. Then clears his throat to speak, even though the words still feel difficult to push out.]
Komaeda-san, I... [Swallows hard. Makoto, just say it.] Why... didn't any of you tell me Nanami-san is an AI?
[Why did I have to find it out from Enoshima-san? But Naegi can't bring himself to go that extra step, at least not out loud, so he doesn't.]
[He shuts his eyes and covers his face with one hand. It feels like the rug got snatched out from under him. He idly pulls the chair at his work desk out and sinks into it.] It wasn't our secret to tell. Especially not when...
[He scrubs his face as grief colors the air with snow. As it falls all sounds are dulled, leaving Komaeda's voice clear as a bell in the silence.] She didn't want to be seen as different from the rest of us. She was trying to understand what it meant to be human and not bound by the programming that made her the Future Foundation's observer among us in the program.
Tanaka doesn't know. I wouldn't either if I hadn't figured it out for myself. ...and my memories I have now, [There's a thin layer of snow on the wooden floor. He stares at it as if peering through reality to what lay in the past. Talking to Red before helped but he puts his hand back over his face, his voice muffled but not enough to hide the pained edge.]
Made it clear in our world...the human she's based on is gone. And we'll never seen her at home again.
[He scrubs his face as grief colors the air with snow. As it falls all sounds are dulled, leaving Komaeda's voice clear as a bell in the silence.] She didn't want to be seen as different from the rest of us. She was trying to understand what it meant to be human and not bound by the programming that made her the Future Foundation's observer among us in the program.
Tanaka doesn't know. I wouldn't either if I hadn't figured it out for myself. ...and my memories I have now, [There's a thin layer of snow on the wooden floor. He stares at it as if peering through reality to what lay in the past. Talking to Red before helped but he puts his hand back over his face, his voice muffled but not enough to hide the pained edge.]
Made it clear in our world...the human she's based on is gone. And we'll never seen her at home again.
Edited 2016-10-28 19:04 (UTC)
I... I'm sorry... If I'd had the choice, I would've heard it from Nanami herself, but...
[But she's gone, and that chance has been taken away from him. And still none of them told you after she was gone, a voice seems to whisper that sounds suspiciously like Enoshima - but Naegi pushes it away, disgusted. Of course Komaeda didn't. Both he and Hinata had been her boyfriends - of course it hit them harder than anyone else. Why would they talk about it with anyone besides themselves unless they had to?
But the stinging in his eyes gets worse when the snow starts falling. Komaeda, who always has such control... That's your fault. You did that to your senpai, coming here and asking something like that-
Stop...! That voice, finally, is Naegi's, and he's able to hear what Komaeda says without interruption.
But... Almost immediately, Naegi wishes he hadn't.]
She's... gone...? How is she... gone?
[Naegi thinks he feels something wet on his shoulder, and that's strange - because his eyes are wet, yes, but he shouldn't be feeling moisture there - but he can't think about it right now.]
What- What about the Nanami from the AI? She... After the program- [He swallows against the sharpness in his throat.] What happened to her?
[But she's gone, and that chance has been taken away from him. And still none of them told you after she was gone, a voice seems to whisper that sounds suspiciously like Enoshima - but Naegi pushes it away, disgusted. Of course Komaeda didn't. Both he and Hinata had been her boyfriends - of course it hit them harder than anyone else. Why would they talk about it with anyone besides themselves unless they had to?
But the stinging in his eyes gets worse when the snow starts falling. Komaeda, who always has such control... That's your fault. You did that to your senpai, coming here and asking something like that-
Stop...! That voice, finally, is Naegi's, and he's able to hear what Komaeda says without interruption.
But... Almost immediately, Naegi wishes he hadn't.]
She's... gone...? How is she... gone?
[Naegi thinks he feels something wet on his shoulder, and that's strange - because his eyes are wet, yes, but he shouldn't be feeling moisture there - but he can't think about it right now.]
What- What about the Nanami from the AI? She... After the program- [He swallows against the sharpness in his throat.] What happened to her?
[Komaeda chokes back a bitter laugh. He doesn't want to talk about this but. He looks up at Naegi.] I see. Ah, you didn't know that either.
It makes sense why. And I have been too busy to correct it. You see in our Killing Life, I was the one to find out the truth. Within the program with the Enoshima ai virus. She crafted a perfect trap for me.
I won because only someone with my luck could pass through the highest setting. The prize? Tell me, knowing me as a seeker of hope and back then obsessed with it.
[His smile widens but there's only self loathing in it.] What would be the worst thing to find? I'll give you the answer.
Our student profiles.
It makes sense why. And I have been too busy to correct it. You see in our Killing Life, I was the one to find out the truth. Within the program with the Enoshima ai virus. She crafted a perfect trap for me.
I won because only someone with my luck could pass through the highest setting. The prize? Tell me, knowing me as a seeker of hope and back then obsessed with it.
[His smile widens but there's only self loathing in it.] What would be the worst thing to find? I'll give you the answer.
Our student profiles.
[Hearing information helps his eyes clear a little. He doesn't immediately know what's happened to Nanami, but... He can hold onto this, at least. It's facts, and he can use that to ground himself. Can figure this out like it's a... a class trial, even if he doesn't really want to use that phrasing.
That's one thing the Killing Game made him good at, isn't it? Figuring things out? Even if it's such a bitter thought.
If his talk with Enoshima had been like losing HP for choosing something wrong, then this is certainly like choosing the correct answer of "Super High School Level Despair".]
If your student profiles were the worst thing you could find, then that means... It told you, didn't it? That all of you used to be in despair?
[The thought makes him ill, of Komaeda having to find that. Only Enoshima would come up with something so cruel, especially crafted just for Komaeda.
How this connects to Nanami, though, Naegi still doesn't know.] Then... What happened after you found out about it?
That's one thing the Killing Game made him good at, isn't it? Figuring things out? Even if it's such a bitter thought.
If his talk with Enoshima had been like losing HP for choosing something wrong, then this is certainly like choosing the correct answer of "Super High School Level Despair".]
If your student profiles were the worst thing you could find, then that means... It told you, didn't it? That all of you used to be in despair?
[The thought makes him ill, of Komaeda having to find that. Only Enoshima would come up with something so cruel, especially crafted just for Komaeda.
How this connects to Nanami, though, Naegi still doesn't know.] Then... What happened after you found out about it?
How do you wipe out all of Ultimate Despair in one move? I was dying from disease and hated myself anyway, so being that which I hated....
[He makes a sweeping gesture.] I designed my own murder. With the culprit relied upon by luck. I was aiming to expose and protect the culprit. The only person undied by despair.
...I didn't expect the Future Foundation traitor to...sacrifice themself. I didn't figure out who it was until I was here. [He wraps his arms about himself as he bows his head.] I wasn't a good person and was obsessed with hope.
[He makes a sweeping gesture.] I designed my own murder. With the culprit relied upon by luck. I was aiming to expose and protect the culprit. The only person undied by despair.
...I didn't expect the Future Foundation traitor to...sacrifice themself. I didn't figure out who it was until I was here. [He wraps his arms about himself as he bows his head.] I wasn't a good person and was obsessed with hope.
But then... Komaeda-san, you...
[That's... Practically the same as... killing himself...
And the rest of the pieces are there, he can assemble the letters into place if he lets himself, but Naegi doesn't want to believe it. Wants to deny it til the day he dies, like he did back then with Oowada after he'd killed Fujisaki...
But just like that time, avoiding the truth can't erase it.]
That person... The one who wasn't dyed with despair... There's only one person that could be...
[The specifics had never been clear, but Naegi knows who that is... The only person who hadn't been colored in despair is...
Naegi wants to cry.
No... No! Komaeda-san wouldn't do that... Not to the person he loves, he wouldn't do that...!!
Kind and sweet Komaeda. Kind Komaeda, who had teased him with a water dragon and understood what being Ultimate Luck was like. Kind Komaeda, who saved him from Enoshima with Nanami and brought him out to eat so he could calm down afterwards. Kind Komaeda, his senpai that helps him so much with Dunamis and anything in between.]
...It was Nanami-san. She sacrificed herself for everyone else.
[That's... Practically the same as... killing himself...
And the rest of the pieces are there, he can assemble the letters into place if he lets himself, but Naegi doesn't want to believe it. Wants to deny it til the day he dies, like he did back then with Oowada after he'd killed Fujisaki...
But just like that time, avoiding the truth can't erase it.]
That person... The one who wasn't dyed with despair... There's only one person that could be...
[The specifics had never been clear, but Naegi knows who that is... The only person who hadn't been colored in despair is...
Naegi wants to cry.
No... No! Komaeda-san wouldn't do that... Not to the person he loves, he wouldn't do that...!!
Kind and sweet Komaeda. Kind Komaeda, who had teased him with a water dragon and understood what being Ultimate Luck was like. Kind Komaeda, who saved him from Enoshima with Nanami and brought him out to eat so he could calm down afterwards. Kind Komaeda, his senpai that helps him so much with Dunamis and anything in between.]
...It was Nanami-san. She sacrificed herself for everyone else.
Yes, it was Chiaki. Even without Hajime being vicious about letting me know I caused something terrible...I'd have figured it out. [He looks down at the snow as he adds,]
The person who greeted you in the street. The man I am now was forged here in this world. I learned how normal people are supposed to behave and even healed the diseases destroying my mind and body.
I do not use that as an excuse, merely to make a point. [He raises his head to stare directly into Naegi's eyes. No matter what happens.] I was not a good man and I still have far to go. Before I could tell Sanae I am the person I wanted to be.
I'm...not suicidal anymore, if that is something you're worried about. Even with my luck constantly wishing to balance the scales... [He looks down at his hand, smiling humorously.] I have a life for the first time and I don't want to lose it.
The person who greeted you in the street. The man I am now was forged here in this world. I learned how normal people are supposed to behave and even healed the diseases destroying my mind and body.
I do not use that as an excuse, merely to make a point. [He raises his head to stare directly into Naegi's eyes. No matter what happens.] I was not a good man and I still have far to go. Before I could tell Sanae I am the person I wanted to be.
I'm...not suicidal anymore, if that is something you're worried about. Even with my luck constantly wishing to balance the scales... [He looks down at his hand, smiling humorously.] I have a life for the first time and I don't want to lose it.
[He swallows hard, staying silent this time and letting Komaeda say everything he has to say for the moment. It's so difficult to hear. Even if Komaeda hadn't known it would be Nanami, it's still...
Naegi takes a minute to collect himself, shutting his eyes for a bit. But he opens them again when he feels like he's processed things enough.]
I'm... glad, Komaeda-san, that you don't want to... to kill yourself anymore. The thought of you comitting suicide... The thought of you dying...
[He can't finish the thought. It's hurts so much and Naegi is so relieved, because he hand't been sure how far Enoshima had pushed that wedge inside of himself. But not deep enough clearly, and it's a breath of fresh air for him, even if it's so upsetting.
No more... He doesn't want anyone else he cares about to die.]
However, there's... one thing I think you're wrong about.
I know I've only just gotten here, have only known you for a month... And it's probably overstepping my boundaries a lot, and I'm really, really sorry.
[It's awful. Who does he think he is? Naegi's already told Hinata almost those exact same words, but... But...]
But I don't... think you were a bad person. Even if you think you were. I know that... things you did were wrong. I know that, I do. But... The Komaeda-san I know now is a good person. A really, really good person. And if... you were able to become a good person here, then that possibility was always within you. That's... what I think, at least.
Or... maybe I'm just too dumb and too forgiving. [Naegi laughs, self-depricating, and this time a tear is actually falling down the left side of his face.] I mean... Both you and Hinata-san have told me that you were bad people before, and yet I still care about and look up to the two of you so much... And my classmates... They've done such terrible things, even killed each other or tried to and... And I still care about them so much and hold them in my heart.
[And it happens there. Both sides of his face, wet now.]
It's... so stupid, isn't it...?
Naegi takes a minute to collect himself, shutting his eyes for a bit. But he opens them again when he feels like he's processed things enough.]
I'm... glad, Komaeda-san, that you don't want to... to kill yourself anymore. The thought of you comitting suicide... The thought of you dying...
[He can't finish the thought. It's hurts so much and Naegi is so relieved, because he hand't been sure how far Enoshima had pushed that wedge inside of himself. But not deep enough clearly, and it's a breath of fresh air for him, even if it's so upsetting.
No more... He doesn't want anyone else he cares about to die.]
However, there's... one thing I think you're wrong about.
I know I've only just gotten here, have only known you for a month... And it's probably overstepping my boundaries a lot, and I'm really, really sorry.
[It's awful. Who does he think he is? Naegi's already told Hinata almost those exact same words, but... But...]
But I don't... think you were a bad person. Even if you think you were. I know that... things you did were wrong. I know that, I do. But... The Komaeda-san I know now is a good person. A really, really good person. And if... you were able to become a good person here, then that possibility was always within you. That's... what I think, at least.
Or... maybe I'm just too dumb and too forgiving. [Naegi laughs, self-depricating, and this time a tear is actually falling down the left side of his face.] I mean... Both you and Hinata-san have told me that you were bad people before, and yet I still care about and look up to the two of you so much... And my classmates... They've done such terrible things, even killed each other or tried to and... And I still care about them so much and hold them in my heart.
[And it happens there. Both sides of his face, wet now.]
It's... so stupid, isn't it...?
[Komaeda gets up and slides the box of tissues to the edge of the desk near Naegi. He wipes at his eyes. No tears this time. Not after Naegi sounded so much like...A soft fond smile graces his face. It might seem out of place until he rises and closes the distance between them.] It's hardly stupid to look for the good in everyone. Idealistic, yes. But never stupid.
[He hesitates for a moment before he adds a touch softly.] I worry for your heart. You're carrying so much grief along side that love of your friends. ...if we talk about it maybe that weight will be easier. If not with me, with someone.
[Naegi is upset because he had considered and had killed himself in the program. After what Enoshima had said he'd worried he'd lose his very special underclassmen's friendship. But like that one time...] Sit on the couch after you dry your eyes. I'll bring the tea out.
...you're also a good person you know.
[He hesitates for a moment before he adds a touch softly.] I worry for your heart. You're carrying so much grief along side that love of your friends. ...if we talk about it maybe that weight will be easier. If not with me, with someone.
[Naegi is upset because he had considered and had killed himself in the program. After what Enoshima had said he'd worried he'd lose his very special underclassmen's friendship. But like that one time...] Sit on the couch after you dry your eyes. I'll bring the tea out.
...you're also a good person you know.
[He breathes out softly at those words, touched at the gentleness of it as he gazes up at Komaeda. His senpai is so tall.]
Komaeda-san...
[A few more tears fall - why do his shoulders feel this wet? - and then Naegi quickly scrunches his eyes shut and swipes at his cheeks, feeling embarrassed and guilty.]
Terrible... I'm terrible... I came here to ask about Nanami and made this about me...
I... know I need to talk about this with someone. There's a lot of things my friends and I went through... A lot of horrible things we saw. But... how can I do that now, at a time like this...?
[He'd meant to talk to Hinata. Should have. They'd promised to share their burdens about the killing games... But he'd been gone for two weeks, and then when he'd gotten back Nanami was gone... And how could Naegi burden his senpai - any of his senpai - with his own problems when the pain of losing Nanami was so fresh...?
Just like now.]
I don't want to burden you right now, though... Especially not while talking about this. You... You were so upset just a short while ago, it started snowing...
[He squeezes his eyes shut again at the thought. But he gets himself together again, and against the voice that keeps screaming "no" at him, sits down on the couch.
He shouldn't... Not when Komaeda is upset, and he still needs to ask things about Nanami that will probably upset him more... But...
His heart is so heavy.]
I... don't feel like a good person at all right now... [Naegi's fingers twist together in his lap. Something in him had felt lighter at those last words, but it gets buried under the guilt.] Not when I've troubled you so much.
Komaeda-san...
[A few more tears fall - why do his shoulders feel this wet? - and then Naegi quickly scrunches his eyes shut and swipes at his cheeks, feeling embarrassed and guilty.]
Terrible... I'm terrible... I came here to ask about Nanami and made this about me...
I... know I need to talk about this with someone. There's a lot of things my friends and I went through... A lot of horrible things we saw. But... how can I do that now, at a time like this...?
[He'd meant to talk to Hinata. Should have. They'd promised to share their burdens about the killing games... But he'd been gone for two weeks, and then when he'd gotten back Nanami was gone... And how could Naegi burden his senpai - any of his senpai - with his own problems when the pain of losing Nanami was so fresh...?
Just like now.]
I don't want to burden you right now, though... Especially not while talking about this. You... You were so upset just a short while ago, it started snowing...
[He squeezes his eyes shut again at the thought. But he gets himself together again, and against the voice that keeps screaming "no" at him, sits down on the couch.
He shouldn't... Not when Komaeda is upset, and he still needs to ask things about Nanami that will probably upset him more... But...
His heart is so heavy.]
I... don't feel like a good person at all right now... [Naegi's fingers twist together in his lap. Something in him had felt lighter at those last words, but it gets buried under the guilt.] Not when I've troubled you so much.
I chose to make this about you. That's different. [He ducks into the kitchen and returns with two mugs of tea. After setting one before Naegi, he sits in the chair again. His grief hasn't abated but, the energy of it is locked back inside where it belongs.] This,
[He turns the spoon in his mug.] is what Junko does. She finds the cracks in someone's gestalt and spends a few minutes taking precision strikes at them. Sometimes it fails. Other times,
[He makes a sweeping gesture with one arm to encompass Naegi.] It's like a sledgehammer to a front door to a lot of other problems.
[He turns the spoon in his mug.] is what Junko does. She finds the cracks in someone's gestalt and spends a few minutes taking precision strikes at them. Sometimes it fails. Other times,
[He makes a sweeping gesture with one arm to encompass Naegi.] It's like a sledgehammer to a front door to a lot of other problems.
[It takes a second to register. Komaeda sets the towel he'd been drying his hair off with down on the side counter by the shower stall.]
Now, correct me if I'm wrong. But I believe I once told you that I have a lot of trouble with how attractive you are. That hasn't changed I just got better at restraint.
But it's so difficult when you're irritated and get that focused stare going. It makes me feel like the only person in the world for you and that's... [He sucks in a breath, suppressing a shiver. He turns away and works the towel over his wet hair.] Why?
Now, correct me if I'm wrong. But I believe I once told you that I have a lot of trouble with how attractive you are. That hasn't changed I just got better at restraint.
But it's so difficult when you're irritated and get that focused stare going. It makes me feel like the only person in the world for you and that's... [He sucks in a breath, suppressing a shiver. He turns away and works the towel over his wet hair.] Why?
[Naegi hesitantly reaches out to grab the cup of tea that Komaeda sets in front of him. The warmth that seeps through to his fingers is comforting, though, and Naegi is grateful for it right now.]
I wish I had known it would be like this... I mean, it's not like I planned on running into her, or to end up talking to her about anything, but... I should've run away, the moment I saw her. Leaving before I did would've been difficult, but I should've tried anyway.
[His grip around the mug tightens ever so slightly. Naegi has really been a fool today.]
...That's a really good description of what she does, though. If Enoshima-san hadn't dug up so many things, I probably would've just... bottled things up and not brought it up for a long time...
[He still kind of wants to, honestly. Just wants to go on and keep pretending to be fine, even when he's probably not.
...But he shouldn't, really. He can't, actually - not when Komaeda's been this kind to him and tried to get him to talk.]
I wish I had known it would be like this... I mean, it's not like I planned on running into her, or to end up talking to her about anything, but... I should've run away, the moment I saw her. Leaving before I did would've been difficult, but I should've tried anyway.
[His grip around the mug tightens ever so slightly. Naegi has really been a fool today.]
...That's a really good description of what she does, though. If Enoshima-san hadn't dug up so many things, I probably would've just... bottled things up and not brought it up for a long time...
[He still kind of wants to, honestly. Just wants to go on and keep pretending to be fine, even when he's probably not.
...But he shouldn't, really. He can't, actually - not when Komaeda's been this kind to him and tried to get him to talk.]
That is a dangerous road. It does no good to hold things in, Naegi-kun. [Komaeda picks up his mug and holds it between his hands. How often had Naegi held it in, he wonders. He rises to his feet and gestures for him to follow.] Come with me, I want to show you something.
[He turns and heads for the staircase. The upper floors contain his work room and the gym. It had been an understanding that the bedroom not move. Komaeda ascends the stairs and pushes open the first door on the left. Inside the floor is wood panels and the walls painted with forest scenes. At the front of the room a bowl of water rests beside a bag of stones.] This is my teaching room. I guide students here to release their emotions and take control of them.
As we talk, I can teach you the first steps. It's quite simple! You will hold the bowl of water in your lap. However it is effected will show us a glimpse of how the flow of your life affects the world around you.
[He turns and heads for the staircase. The upper floors contain his work room and the gym. It had been an understanding that the bedroom not move. Komaeda ascends the stairs and pushes open the first door on the left. Inside the floor is wood panels and the walls painted with forest scenes. At the front of the room a bowl of water rests beside a bag of stones.] This is my teaching room. I guide students here to release their emotions and take control of them.
As we talk, I can teach you the first steps. It's quite simple! You will hold the bowl of water in your lap. However it is effected will show us a glimpse of how the flow of your life affects the world around you.
Even if it was more than that...it wouldn't influence how I see you. [He smiles over his shoulder, a spark in his eyes.]
Even when I was confused, I would never be able to deny you're easy on the eyes. Waking up next to you is a true gift. [He laughs, striding away to hang up the towel. And to drag out his words.]
Especially if you're shirtless.
Even when I was confused, I would never be able to deny you're easy on the eyes. Waking up next to you is a true gift. [He laughs, striding away to hang up the towel. And to drag out his words.]
Especially if you're shirtless.
[He likes pretty people. Komaeda looks at him, his lashes lowering.] Are you worried I'd leave you?
You never have to worry about that. ...I won't deny I'm shameless for you.
But I seem to recall a certain person that got really excited to see what my hand could do. [Bricks and glass houses.]
You never have to worry about that. ...I won't deny I'm shameless for you.
But I seem to recall a certain person that got really excited to see what my hand could do. [Bricks and glass houses.]
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