Beautiful? Is it really? Interesting, he’s never considered himself very good at art. Maybe it’s a hidden talent. Either way it’s fun and there’s not much pressure in such a subject and that in itself is a relief.
He laughs and part of him is shocked he can manage that. But it’s a good thing. Drawing with Jiang-Li like this makes him forget the situation somehow. Really it’s just like two people hanging out which is… well, something he’s never been good at, mind, but at the very least he didn’t need to talk very much. Or perhaps it was that her social skills were as poor as his so he didn’t think about it as much. It was something he had to think about though; something to improve on. Well, there’s a list of those qualities though.
It’s nice to hear her talk about where she came from though the subject is short-lived.
"That sounds fun. Jobs would always take me here and there but I don’t think I ever really enjoyed warm weather, but, I guess it was difficult, huh?”
Well that was awkward. Giving she was talking a bout wasting food it might’ve been a sensitive subject. Last time he’d talked to someone with money and food problems it’d been Kaitaro… although he wanted to extend sympathy he just thought it best to not breach it one way or the other. Even if he wanted to empathise it’s not like he had ever been like that personally.”
”I was born in Monbetsu–” Kiyoyuki supplies in turn. It’s only fair. “in Hokkaido. Traveled a bit but never really left for real. So I guess snow never impressed me much - it was a constant so you just got used to it. Oh, but I could board a little. I wasn’t as good as–” another pause. Oops, continue past that thought, Kiyoyuki. “Well, I mean, you had to be strong, you know? Cause you could get sick really easily. I was pretty weak as a kid but. Here we are. Polar opposites… haha… you’re right the– oh, the joke! I get it!”
And there it was… a picture of Kemono and Kaitaro… friends…? That’s a thought. Kiyoyuki’s head was still clogged up from his feelings about Kaitaro in all honesty. How someone he hated became someone he envied and somewhat respect to someone so weak and eventually… someone scared enough to try anything.
“You think so? That’s… it’s a nice thought, right? I wonder if any of us would be friends if this hadn’t happened… geez, I wonder if some of us would’ve even ever talked to each other, right? It’s a really weird thought.”
Dream-like, really. Or maybe it’s the outside world that seems dream-like. Either way it feels like one of them is fake. He kind of wants to think about it now, too. Friendships and the like. He has a think about it, eyes wandering, and then he takes to drawing himself. These two… they’d passed on too. Well, been killed, more accurately. It’s so strange, they had so much life ahead of them… thinking about them now it almost feels like they’d never been here. Or they’d never left. It was a strange contradiction, that feeling.
“These two… I think… they would’ve been friends if they knew each other better. Ihara-san and Sister-san. Sister-san is popular, she would be, I think. She was really kind.”
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