Hopeful Trash

 Komaeda raised a brow, dusting himself off and looking at his computer's chat window. The male tapped his chin idly and placed his hands on the keys, offering a small message to them. The same thing for each. Just a simple hello. Whether they chose to respond or not was their decision alone.

Komaeda would have hugged the creature, but the sharp blades prevented him from doing so. Instead, he gave it a gentle pat on the head and nodded to himself.