Messenger Box

[eyeswideopen]

If you need to get a hold of Komaeda, here's where you do it.

Messenger birds, action, what have you.

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[hopedout]

Well, I did want to use this place as a work office. Although I sometimes still find it hard to wear suits.

[ For obvious reasons, as Komaeda can most likely tell. Of course, he joins Komaeda next to him on the bed and leans up against him, head on his shoulder, relaxing a bit. ] ... Thanks. For staying with me.

[eyeswideopen]

[He wraps his arm around Hinata and doesn't say anything. One beautiful thing he's coming to discover is words aren't always necessary. Yet he says something anyway because sometimes Hinata needs that reminder that there's one thing he can trust in if nothing else could be trusted.]

I told you. Whenever you need me, I'm here. Even if you haven't asked me to be. [It's still so strange to have this but he likes it a lot. It's too precious to lose. That's why he shouldn't be doing it.

Well. He'd stopped letting anyone tell him what he could and couldn't do.]

As much as it pains me to say it, we should get going. We need to eat and see Chiaki. She just needs to eat and maybe a travel pillow for imprompt naps.

[hopedout]

I know.

[ And just as he says that, he decides to steal another kiss from Komaeda's lips, not even going to ask him if it's okay. ]

Thank you. I'll be alright. We should get going.

[eyeswideopen]

[He's spoiled. The amount of affection he gets on a daily basis is coming to be a constant in his life. The sun rises and sets, Hajime and Chiaki love him. Every kiss feels like the first and he's addicted to them. He smiles and rises to his feet, grabbing his coat from the chair.

As he pulls it on, he takes a glance down at himself. It feels like it has been ages since he wore these clothes and had a chain jangle from his hip. With a shake of his head he offers his hand.]

I know where the best food stalls are. You are blessed with the company of a veteran of where to get good quick food in a hurry! A perk of my repeatedly drawing the short straw for researcher sessions. Do you know how terrifying it is bringing food to a group of scholars?