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[Before actually turning around, Chihiro hears a very...strange series of noises. Firstly, the sound of the Eevees leaping out of Komasan's arms and padding to the floor, dashing out of the way just seconds before he follows suit.

When Chihiro does turn, the Eevees are just skirting past him, leaving Komasan alone in the middle of the hallway, just...laying there.]

Ah, K-Komasan-chan!?

[He bolts over to Komasan's side, immediately kneeling next to him.]

Are- are y-you okay?

[There's nothing like a good floor to the face to snap you back into reality. Komasan manages to sit himself up after Chihiro kneels by his side, it was probably his voice that helped him gain consciousness so quickly. Funny enough, he doesn't seem bothered, just rubs his head like one normally would after bonking it.]

H-Heh, s-sorry...

[Boy, this is embarrassing. And those poor little Eevees, he hopes no one got hurt.]

F-For a second there, I thought you kissed me, zura.

[Oh.

...um.]

Ah, well....I...um...

[Chihiro stammers, trying to speak, but realizing rather quickly that his words don't really want to come out clearly.]

I'm...very sorry, I'm not sure...not sure w-what came over me...

[He has to look away, because by now his face might as well be glowing with how red it is.]

[Woah there friend, if Komasan didn't know better, he'd almost think Chihiro's implying that he totally did kiss him.

But that's ridiculous.

Unless...

Komasan gasps, slamming his hands down onto his lap.]

Chihiro! What day is it, zura?!

Day?

[Did Komasan hit his head when he collapsed just then? What does the day have to do with anything? Anyway, he's pretty sure it's the 19th--

...wait. Wait.]

It's...Friday, I think.

MONGE!!

[Koma—"I can't ever seem to look at a calendar"—san]

Why?! Why is it always Friday, zura?!

[It's evil.]

D-Don't worry, Chihiro, it's not your fault, zura! I know you'd never kiss me on purpose, zura!!

[...wait.]

[...ah. That...Chihiro actually isn't sure how to feel about that. He obviously wouldn't have just kissed Komasan out of the blue like that, but at the same time...]

R...right.

[Still looking away shyly, Chihiro reaches for Komasan's hand to help him up off of the floor.]

[And he takes his hand, like it's no big deal, much like he has before. Somehow hand holding is still less of a sin than the dreaded kissing.

And yet...]

A-Are you okay, zura?

[Maybe a dumb question, since it's Friday, but he's noticed Chihiro isn't reacting nearly as badly as he normally would. He's yet to tie anything around his face, at least.]

[Chihiro doesn't answer, instead focusing his attention on getting Komasan standing again before worrying about anything else. It's not that he's saying he's not okay, it's just that...

...that...

...when he looks over at Komasan, the only thing he can think about is kissing him again.]

...I'm...going to go upstairs. Y-you...you can come with me, if you would like...

[He says it so quietly that it could almost be inaudible if Komasan weren't right there next to him.]

[O...kay, that worries him a great deal. But Komasan can understand where it's coming from, being a victim of countless Fridays himself.]

Of course I'm gonna come, I came here just to see you, zura.

[As much as he'd love to stay downstairs by himself in a house that isn't even his. Although he's touched Chihiro trusts him not to break all his things.]

I can help you get through this, zura...

[He places a hand on Chihiro's shoulder, just to prove it, an attempt to comfort him.]

[Of course Komasan doesn't realize it, but being so nice and helpful and...well, close to Chihiro right now isn't helping him all that much. He fights against the urge to get closer while trying not to pull away at the same time, giving a curt little not before quickly heading toward the stairs.

This was probably going to get worse before it got better.]

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[Chihiro not saying anything at all is more worrying than Chihiro speaking so softly he can barely be heard. It's rough, though, he gets that, but he wants to be there for him. Just like how he was always there for him...]

Unless...you don't want me to, zura...

[At the same time, you can't force your help on someone. As clueless as Komasan tends to be, even he can tell Chihiro's acting uncomfortable.]

N-no! No, it isn't that. I just...

[Chihiro hesitates with his hand on the banister, his cheeks still painfully red.]

I don't want to...make you uncomfortable, that's all.

Chihiro...

[Once again he tries to comfort him, his hand squeezing his shoulder just a little.]

You don't make me uncomfortable, zura.

[Only his feelings for him make him uncomfortable. He only fainted just a few seconds ago is all.]

We can go into your room, and then you can show me all the programs you worked on today! That'll help take your mind off of this, right, zura?

[Well...that does sound like an appealing idea to him right now. And maybe Komasan is right. Maybe it will get his mind off of things, as well as distract him enough so he won't want to do...other things.]

I suppose...if you're sure you don't mind.

I don't mind at all, zuraa~

[It's his idea, after all. Ao raises an arm into the air and smiles, as if to help push the idea along. SHE BELIEVES IN YOU, CHIHIRO!]

Don't worry, I'll protect you from Friday, zura.

Ahah...it's a little too late for that, Komasan-chan...

[He does appreciate the support, though, and it makes him feel a bit better as he continues leading the way upstairs. He just has to NOT think about it. Not think about Komasan, or kissing him...yeah, that's exactly what he shouldn't be thinking about right now.

...

...oh boy.]

I...I guess Friday isn't bothering you this time.

[Huh...now that he mentions it...]

Yeah, I guess not, zura...

[Maybe it's finally done bullying him! ...At the cost of Chihiro.

Great.]

At least...I don't feel any different, zura.

It's strange...I wasn't feeling any different either.

[At least...not until Komasan walked in. That was when this urge consumed him and, well. They both saw what happened.

He stops when they reach the door to his bedroom, pulling it open so Komasan and Ao can walk in ahead of him.]

[Ao happily takes the lead and immediately lifts her giant frame onto the bed. She's, like, 90% sure Chihiro won't mind.

Komasan follows, but not before looking back at Chihiro.]

Eh...I...I know it's hard, s-so if you ever do start to feel uncomfortable or want me to leave, I will, zura!

Mm...thank you. I'll let you know, don't worry.

[Things seem to be stable, at least for the time being. Maybe he just needed that one kiss to get things out of his system, but he knows that's wishful thinking. He takes a deep breath before walking into the room himself, waiting for Henko to slip in before shutting the door.

Chihiro moves to take a seat in the chair by his desk, allowing Ao and Komasan to commandeer his bed at their leisure.]

I'd...much rather you be here right now.

That's good, I'd rather be here too, zura.

[Komasan takes a seat on the bed and immediately flops backwards, lying down and taking up what space Ao hasn't already. He is perfectly okay with claiming the bed as his own for now, with how often he's here, can you really blame him for feeling so comfortable?]

I don't think Ao-chan's ever seen a computer before, maybe she'll understand it better than I can, zura.

[The Nidorina's ears perk up at that, as she watches Chihiro carefully. She honestly has no idea what these people are doing, but she's willing to give it a shot.]

[Chihiro smiles, reaching over to pick up his laptop from the desk to prop it up in his lap. He's thankful that today he remembered to put John the Rotom in the PC, or else he would be causing mischief and trying to get Komasan and Ao's attention by any means necessary...including messing a little with Chihiro's laptop, but not enough to harm any files.]

Once you learn how to use them, computers can be very useful. The PCs in Pokemon Centers that you use to store Pokemon are similar, in ways. Personal computers just have a lot more flexibility in what they can actually be used for.

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