Komaeda moved with muted steps, all sound seemingly swallowed by thin carpeting and close walls, through the various hallways and conjoining rooms of Hope's Peak. Having expended a fair amount of time wandering, attempting to chat with any skittish child crossing his path, and fiddling with an odd or end that caught his attention the ivory haired male set his course back towards the dorms to spend the rest of the waning day. Many of his days seemed to pass in such a manner recently as most chose to avoid interacting with him. Some probably envied him for it, better than being picked on or tormented he supposed, but needless to say it was a bit dull. His hands rested loosely inside the pockets of his ever-present coat as he walked and his eyes were upturned slightly in idle thought before a quiet muttering drew his attention.
Was that Hinata's voice? It was distinctly male and familiar yet muffled by the door to the main hall ahead so it was difficult to be sure until he outstretched a hand to push through said door and enter the larger space. Yes indeed it was, and from this distance what words the other teen was saying were clearer. Interestingly enough, however, there seemed to be no one else nearby even as Hinata's voice took on a harder edge that would become someone arguing with another. Talking to himself maybe? If he was it was a more heated one-sided conversation than most.
"Hinata? I hope I'm not, ah, interrupting anything."
