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「☠」;; — “Yo, so I got this problem.” There’s a brief pause he gives, milk carton in one hand and a small bag of cookies in the other. “Some random bastard just gave it to me and I didn’t have a chance to say no before he just ran off.” And he actually sighs, shoving the carton of milk towards her.
“You like this shit, right? Take it: free of charge.”
「☠」;; — “Peko. Peko, Peko, Peko.” Their name grows tired on his tongue as he keeps calling it, hoping to get their attention somehow. “Hey, Peko.” He sounds so fucking needy and it makes him cringe for allowing himself to stoop that low. “Are you ignoring me? If you got a problem with me, then just say it! I hate this.”
「☠」;; — “Brat.” It’s quick to roll off his tongue, hands on his hips with the index finger of his right hand drumming against the material of his pants. “We got a deal or not? I don’t like wasting my time.”
「☠」;; — “If you try to make another joke about a foot long, I swear to GOD I will shove my foot up your ass and make you eat your own shit.”
「☠」;; — There’s hesitance clearly written on his face and the way he carries himself as his amber eyes meet a recognizable pair of braided, silver pigtails held up with a set of simple white ribbons. Everything about her stature (poised yet stoic) screams ‘familiar’ and as much as he wants to go over and try to chat like normal, he knows he can’t.
Years of separation holds him back, held back by the strings of circumstance pinning it back to make it worse. No matter how relieved he feels when he finally comes across her (since he assumed she was dead somewhere), there was no way they could talk to each other like they were once before.
Hell, she might even hate him for all he knows.
So he sucks it up like a man and hides his feelings in hissleeve (out and away from the public eye), shoving a hand in his pocket as he walks over to her.
“Yo.” He’s quick to hide the tremor that threatens to make itself known, eyes slightly narrowed in a way that shows he’s not up to do anything except what he wants. “You got a minute?”
onzosagishi
“Togami-kun,” they pause, eyes narrowing and the corner of their lips turning up into somewhat of a smile as they continue, “or rather not Togami-kun. How do you feel?” They cross their arms over their chest, curiosity and intrigue making itself known.
“As I recall, Leader, you were the first one to bite the dust and as a sacrifice. Highly commendable as a step ladder to hope if I do say so myself.” And there’s a sparkle in their eyes, like they’re actually proud such a thing happened. “You know, I had my own sacrifice too. We have that in common, right?” Though, would it be a compliment to compare such trash as themselves to someone as remarkable as the Ultimate Impostor? Probably not.
“Did you feel hope? I know I did.”
kyoukokiwigiri
“You know, I just realized something.” A chuckle bubbles from them as they lift up their (useless) left hand: encased in a glove to hide such a disgusting display from sight. Ugh, just the thought of what Komaeda had to do to gain such a hand (that they clearly don’t want) makes their sick to their stomach; it twists, it turns, but they smile in any case.
“We match.” They motion to her gloved hand, giving a small tilt of the head as their expression shifts to appear somewhat thoughtful. “Though, I’m sure that’d be an insult to be compared to trash like me, huh? Someone with a talent like yours in a league with me...” What a joke.
purabbit
“Hey, I’ve got a question for you.” Their tongue swipes along dry lips as they part, grey eyes narrowing slightly as a smile grows on their face. They place lift up their hands: palms pressed against each other with their fingers apart as they speak.
“What made you want to pick a beach of all places?” It was hot which wasn’t a climate they cared for much considering how sensitive their skin was. “The clouds are nice and the waves awfully calming, but wasn’t there other choices? Hm?” Though, trash like them couldn’t possibly have a choice in the matter, right?
