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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[gottacatch]

[ The way his body turns stiff in its movement, head tipping somewhat, but needing a moment to actually nod, tells itself of the difficulty of such a story being out is for him to swallow.

If he could wrap them up and hide it all away like he'd never exposed it, he might just go and do that. But there's no taking it back-- and it's been said to someone he does trust, feels he can, anyway. He knows he shouldn't be like this. ]

Mm. [ He clasps his hands together, trying to swallow away instead his insecurities, and behind him Charizard moves to his side. Hot air puffs against his cheek, and Red turns his head to him, hooking a hand after behind his horns as their cheeks connect in an easy, affectionate movement. ]

...You want your story to come out on your own terms, right? I won't tell anyone. [ His eyes glance over to the biscuits that had been brought, and then, maybe a little suddenly after that-- ] Let me buy you lunch.

[ A beat, and then he throws in as well- ] Cilan made a big vegetable pasta last night too we can eat. But I don't mind going somewhere busier.

[ Eat out or be invited to Cilan's place. Hungry, Komaeda? ]

[eyeswideopen]

Cilan's cooking is incredible! I feel honored to be invited to have some of it. [He slowly climbs to his feet and offers Red a hand up.] But you're right, I want my story to be told on my terms. While I did a lot of terrible things and one would say that I don't have that right...

[He glances at the lake waters, his eyes distant.] That's who I was. Not who I am today.

[gottacatch]

[ 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. ]

[eyeswideopen]

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.]