*If you're walking along the right corridor, you'll see a Komui clutching a paper stained by more than one person's tears. It's not really the right corridor of course, because in his opinion, the right corridor would be the one where his Bak is rooming with his former soon-to-be mother-in-law. With his daughter ( Read more... )

*That would be Komui, sitting in the kitchen and trying to have a peaceful cup of morning coffee ( Read more... )

*Komui lays there, curled up on his side, eyes closed. The pain, that's all he's aware of, the fact he's in a much, much safer place than he was a moment ago not entering his mind. The fact that the hard prison floor has turned to soft, thick carpet beneath him not reaching him. He's burning, burning alive, drenched in sweat and shuddering slightly ( Read more... )

*Komui wakes up, stretching his arms out in front of him. He glances at the clock. It's 1 PM. Looking around, he decides he feels well enough to actually get dressed today. He's missed the normal rhythm of things in the days he's been out of it. His stomach growls, and he's actually genuinely hungry for once. Extremely hungry. He swings his legs ( Read more... )

*he is walking to his room, gripping the wall with one hand and holding his throbbing head with the other, feeling dizzy and disoriented. He just needs to lie down. He didn’t know the headache would turn out to be so bad ( Read more... )

*In a pretty remote corner of the library, you'll find a Komui sitting at a desk, sort of tensed up and hunched over a book, with stacks of others next to him. They're flipped over but if you catch a glimpse of the spines you might see titles like The Joy of Sex, Everything You Always Wanted to Know about Sex, Sex for Dummies, the list goes on. ( Read more... )

*He skips out the door and into a courtyard, admiring the fresh scent of the air and the foliage and the bright blue sky. He's humming a song  he doesn't know the name of. It's so beautiful. Everything is so beautiful. He spreads his arms out, holding a notebook in one hand and basks in the late-morning light. He has shed his heavy lab coat and is ( Read more... )

[If you are walking along an obscure hallway in the DR, you may see a trail of small red drops on the floor leading to a secluded bathroom, from which a rather unpleasant sound is emanating. If you open the door, you will see a Komui, loose strands of hair dangling haphazardly from his long ponytail into a grimy sink where he is hunched over ( Read more... )

*he looks around, confused, * Where am I? *cough* I was just about to go to bed....am i dreaming already? *shakes head as if to wake himself up, then puts a hand to his head and rubs it; it hurts* No, this is too real. Hello? Can anyone- *cough* -tell me where I am ( Read more... )