[ and then I fell asleep but it's fine, that was a very satisfying punch and Chiaki looks like she's about to throw a second if she weren't already getting pulled back and elbowing her poor club member in the gut, but at least that snaps her out of it and apologizes to him where it's due.
NPC #827386 makes a face at Komaeda asking for her full name and class because she's right there! the pain and humiliation of not being remembered must still be raw, and Chiaki furiously scrubs the tears off her face because fu Komaeda!! Even Izumi ignoring all of this and pressing to move on stings, as if her feelings aren't important enough to not immediately move on from, as much as she struggles in finding the capacity to be grateful he's not making a big deal of this mess.
Controlling your feelings... impossible. She wouldn't know the first step in doing so. One day you're going to find Komaeda with a palette knife in his throat and you'll immediately know who did it: ]
Chiaki Kudo, class 1-A. You can apologize by staying until I've finished drawing— but you [ pointing at Komaeda with a swiftness that makes the club member next to her reflexively reach out as if afraid she were about to smack Komaeda on the face again ] are not allowed to speak anymore.
[ She drops her hand with a little huff, and pushes the other club member away so she can crouch down and pick up her scattered art supplies. ]
Aiko was working on her painting, obviously. You'd know if you even cared enough to come visit sometimes... [ So he only cared about Aiko after she was dead, out of morbid curiosity and not any interest. Somehow, she can't feel any happiness, realizing that. ] Whenever she didn't have a student council meeting, she was here, I told you already. She was painting pieces for the auction next month, so she was working hard with what time she had.
me half asleep at 2am heheheing over my name choices
NPC #827386 makes a face at Komaeda asking for her full name and class because she's right there! the pain and humiliation of not being remembered must still be raw, and Chiaki furiously scrubs the tears off her face because fu Komaeda!! Even Izumi ignoring all of this and pressing to move on stings, as if her feelings aren't important enough to not immediately move on from, as much as she struggles in finding the capacity to be grateful he's not making a big deal of this mess.
Controlling your feelings... impossible. She wouldn't know the first step in doing so. One day you're going to find Komaeda with a palette knife in his throat and you'll immediately know who did it: ]
Chiaki Kudo, class 1-A. You can apologize by staying until I've finished drawing— but you [ pointing at Komaeda with a swiftness that makes the club member next to her reflexively reach out as if afraid she were about to smack Komaeda on the face again ] are not allowed to speak anymore.
[ She drops her hand with a little huff, and pushes the other club member away so she can crouch down and pick up her scattered art supplies. ]
Aiko was working on her painting, obviously. You'd know if you even cared enough to come visit sometimes... [ So he only cared about Aiko after she was dead, out of morbid curiosity and not any interest. Somehow, she can't feel any happiness, realizing that. ] Whenever she didn't have a student council meeting, she was here, I told you already. She was painting pieces for the auction next month, so she was working hard with what time she had.