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[It started off innocently enough, Komasan went to get his usual morning cup of coffee only for the barista to decide he became a regular enough to try something...different. The coffee was slightly orange and smelled sweet, something Komasan wasn't used to compared to his normal cup of liquid bitterness. One sip, and his life changed. They said it was pumpkin...something. Komasan never had a pumpkin that tasted anything like this before, but the experience was magical.

And that was only the beginning.

It wasn't long before he noticed that the local bakery was also selling pumpkin-something foods, and then the next place...and some other places. It was all too overwhelming, but eventually he gets to where he is now:

Sitting in front of his desk, said desk covered in an array of different pumpkin spice-flavored goods. Like...an absurd amount.]

T-T-The pumpkin, zura... Monge...

[Komasan looks like he's stuck between being totally confused and wanting to cry tears of joy.]

The coffee...it tasted so good— Coffee can taste good, zura!! A-And the muffins... I have...I have candle now, zura...

[He holds up one of those large jar candles, the ones that tend to cost a pretty penny...]

They sprayed me with...something— I smell so good— S-Someone sniff me, zura! And then...they had it...they had pumpkin soft cream, zura!!

[But he of course ate that one before he got home.]

Is this how US pumpkins taste, zura?! W-Why are they so sweet, zura?!

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[Why is she doing this? Why does she keep saying these things?]

but youre human
you can do anything
i know this
because i always really liked you
but i didnt want you to think i was weird and get mad
so i asked if we could be like family instead
so i could still be close
im sorry

[ That's . . . another minute of holding her comm, trying to sort through feelings. Trying to find the right words.

It doesn't feel like a surprise. Just . . . like a game of pretend, coming to an end. ]

It's okay.

Komasan likes humans, right?
So feeling like that isn't weird.
It's just how you are.

I'm not mad.

[Komasan's own text also takes awhile to send, mostly because he's just horrified he sent that in the first place. This whole conversation had been so emotional for him, he had completely lost himself in it.

So of course, he can barely type right now.]

im sor

[ How did they get from pumpkins to this? ]

It's okay.

please don't think you need to go away

Edited 2016-09-18 06:22 (UTC)

i cud if it easur for u

[Komasan barely types as he somehow finds himself under his bed.]

Would it be better for you?

[...]

no

then don't.

i dont know what i should do
i cant get rid of it

I don't think there's a way to make feelings like that go away
if there is, I don't know how.

But it doesn't have to be one or the other
it's not just 'they don't like me so I'll leave'
or 'they like me in the same way so we're together now'

it's okay to still be around someone you like
just because you like to spend time with them
even when things haven't worked out

it's hard sometimes, but it's not too bad.
Leaving is definitely easier
but staying isn't too bad.

...no it wouldn't be
i dont want to leave
id be really sad if i didnt see you again

[Because, again, she's the only person he's ever met that's never patronized him. When is he ever going to meet someone else like that?]

and i already liked how things were

I'd be sad too.

there's already going to be a day when we won't see each other again
I don't want it to be any sooner than it has to be.

If you stay, and I stay
that's okay, isn't it?

[Again, it takes Komasan a little bit to send his next text, but for entirely different reasons.]

yeah
i think
it will be okay

thank you

I don't just mean for that
but
for talking with me
and being honest with me

and for letting me be someone important to you.

if it takes a while before everything feels okay again, that's okay too
you don't need to rush
I'll still be here.

i think...
I just need to
think

but I will be okayy
it wont be long
i just want you to be okay too

I'll be okay.

I will be. So you can think what you need to think through and not worry.

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