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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[eyeswideopen]

[That is really mystifying. He blinks. Something had just moved. Komaeda shuts the door behind him and joins Silver on the floor.]

Um, alright. Did your jacket just move?

[feistytrader]

No. I mean, yes, but- not the jacket.

[But the puppy under the jacket is definitely moving around, even as Silver slowly unveils it and it looks up and around before settling on Komaeda. Is that a friend? It's definitely shaped like a friend-]

[eyeswideopen]

[For a second he doesn't even know how to breathe. Half formed memories graze the present as he slowly holds his hand out low. How many years...

His expression. His emotions. All of it feels blank like a canvas waiting to be painted. Komaeda's lips move to form words but nothing comes out. His hand is so much bigger than it should be.

Or maybe it's just the impression he gets as he focuses totally on the small fuzzy form.

He tries to speak again and finally manages a whisper.] Silver...I...I...

[What is the word he needs? It seems so elusive.] Thank. Thank you.

[feistytrader]

...If you look at her like that, you're gonna scare her.

[Maybe. She doesn't exactly seem like the easily scared type as she bumps into Komaeda's hand with her head.]

[eyeswideopen]

[He gently strokes the side of her muzzle.] Sorry. Sorry. It's just...you've brushed across very precious memories. I feel like I should be telling you thank you over and over.

[It's terrifying. Yet, the blank look falls away. His soft smile is in place, he lightly taps his fingers on the floor.] Maki.

After the hope that has brought back into my life by her presence.