( it's easy to see him deflate, or maybe it's the energy, but komaeda watches him to see what he does next while he types on the pda. seeing him pass off art skills to chiaki is one thing, but that's the normal reaction, he guesses. he stares at the screen as he taps his fingers against the female's name as if he's thinking about it. )
i'm not asking about kudo-san, i'm interested in you, arisu-kun. i want to view you
( turning the pda towards hiro once again, komaeda smiles... sheepishly, it's hard to tell whether he's genuine, but he's never been good at making conversation with others. he crosses his arms on the table, laying his head down against them as he attempts to be normal.
wait. he takes it back to finish. )
r art.
( sometimes dementia brain works slower than his fingers, but now it's fixed properly. )
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i'm not asking about kudo-san, i'm interested in you, arisu-kun.
i want to view you
( turning the pda towards hiro once again, komaeda smiles... sheepishly, it's hard to tell whether he's genuine, but he's never been good at making conversation with others. he crosses his arms on the table, laying his head down against them as he attempts to be normal.
wait. he takes it back to finish. )
r art.
( sometimes dementia brain works slower than his fingers, but now it's fixed properly. )