The warning echoes in Komaeda's head, now, belatedly and somewhat humorous in timing, as he carefully dips one of his manicured claws into his mouth just as he had many months before. Now, though, it isn't with the intention to bare his heart in undying confession—no, it's for much simpler, more carnal pleasures.
Komaeda draws the symbol just as it had been shown to him by Atem, and when the last of the lines connect to one another, he watches as they shine brilliantly. He wonders, if only briefly, if it's akin to a phone ringing in Atem's skull. Does he pick up? Or does the transmission simply dominate his thoughts, regardless?]
Ah, is this thing on~? [He asks, his tone playfully curling at the edges, much like the cut of his razor sharp smile.] I hope I'm not interrupting anything too scandalous, Atem-kun... But I'm in a bit of a pinch. I wonder... Could you help me out?
[action] we're back dating this to pre-event (let's say somewhere between 8th-10th)
The warning echoes in Komaeda's head, now, belatedly and somewhat humorous in timing, as he carefully dips one of his manicured claws into his mouth just as he had many months before. Now, though, it isn't with the intention to bare his heart in undying confession—no, it's for much simpler, more carnal pleasures.
Komaeda draws the symbol just as it had been shown to him by Atem, and when the last of the lines connect to one another, he watches as they shine brilliantly. He wonders, if only briefly, if it's akin to a phone ringing in Atem's skull. Does he pick up? Or does the transmission simply dominate his thoughts, regardless?]
Ah, is this thing on~? [He asks, his tone playfully curling at the edges, much like the cut of his razor sharp smile.] I hope I'm not interrupting anything too scandalous, Atem-kun... But I'm in a bit of a pinch. I wonder... Could you help me out?