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Komaeda Nagito ([personal profile] 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.

[personal profile] gottacatch 2017-06-11 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Like... some kind of invention? [ A giant fan?

what if a giant fan. Unless Komaeda is thinking about terrain, but... ]

[personal profile] gottacatch 2017-06-12 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
...

[ Wherever they are, Red reaches for his hands. One for each, pulling them towards him but not entirely away from Komaeda, letting his own rest in his lap. ]

Komaeda. [ He says his name softly, yet not to be missed. A calm begins to permeates around them like a new fresh air--one Red that could press into those hands, but he doesn't. He just lets it linger like a blanket, knitted together with an understanding. ]

It's scary. [ His own head hangs, looking at those hands: one metal, one not. Brainwashed--that was never quite the pair of words Red had ever used to be consumed and made one way, but he knows it in his own fashion. And maybe it's that which leads him to the next thought, knowing he shouldn't, but-- ]

I can give you one of Jude's containers. You can mix what's inside it with your dunamis.

[ He'll just say he lost it. It doesn't matter. ]

[personal profile] gottacatch 2017-06-14 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
A boat. [ He doesn't even really seem to consider the answer, with how quickly he says it. ] ...I don't know if it really is, but bonding together with someone you don't know, that's like a kite. You can do okay, or you're fighting against a storm and feel powerless when you can't find your own control.

[ At least, the way Red is imagining it there. The winds pick up sharply, barely grazing their face like some sort of an example, Red's hair fluttering in some example. ]

But a boat... a wild ride can shake you to the core. That's friendship to me. It can be a cruise ship, or fighting against a storm... pfft--

[ That's a scoff, a chuckle trapped in his throat that find their way out, and there's some presence of liveliness there that had forgotten it could exist, small and fragrant, leaving the smallest smile playing on Red's face. ]

What am I saying? I'm no good at these! [ Metaphors. He can remember Thras's dumb stupid blanket, as much as he'd wanted to take it to heart. He squeezes those hands, as ineffective as it is against metal. ]

But I believe in the power that a bond between two people can give. There's nothing else I believe in more... the bond I have with my pokémon and the bond I have with you--the possibilities are endless!

[ It would still be scary under their feet, but fear was normal. Red could trust it wouldn't swallow him, and he wouldn't fall. Not so easily. ]