IC Inbox - The Far Shore

[fortunesmiles]

[Just inside the columns holding up the roof of his temple, but before entering the actual building, there's a small mailbox set up for anyone who wants to leave a message for Komaeda. It definitely looks out of place in its surroundings.

He also, of course, can be messaged on his phone.]

Comments

[fortunesmiles]

Oh? By Tsumiki-san, or some other way? [Komaeda sounds surprised, but not particularly alarmed. Honestly, why should he? The man's talking lucidly to him. Whatever happened to his hand, clearly he's all right enough at the moment.

He only assumes Mikan might have been involved because the man's contacted him to talk to him, specifically about her.]

Also, I'd still like a name...especially since you seem to have mine already.

And I suppose I'm technically still human? I don't know if being a god changes that. I'm certainly not mortal anymore... [He sounds thoughtful.] As for whether what Tsumiki-san did with my hand is considered normal back where I'm from...no, definitely not. Without an Ultimate level talent, it probably wouldn't even be possible, much less normal!

[erogappa]

[ He listens quietly as Komaeda talks, and there's a pause of a few seconds at the end before he replies. ]

Got it. Thanks.

[ And then he hangs up because he's a rude sunnovabitch. ]

[fortunesmiles]

[So rude. Luckily, Komaeda neither expects, nor believes he warrants, manners. He's a touch surprised, and perhaps chastises himself a bit for giving up information without forcing an equal trade in return, but beyond that, he simply stares at his phone for a moment before hanging up.]