[Well, at least they won't need glasses. So, Komaeda makes his way to the living room, but for the most part, his apartment is a lot messier than it usually would be.
Books are piled all around without a bookshelf to house them; not only that, it looks as if there's a few broken objects too—a radio near the window that has its knobs busted, a shattered mirror is hung on the wall even though its pieces have already been swept up—but that's just two of who knows what else.
He doesn't comment on any of it so long as Souda doesn't, and rather, he joins him on the floor with everything he's pulled out of that paper bag.]
When I met her, she was really nice... but what's all this for?
[Komaeda reaches for one of the cans of cola and sets it between his thighs to one-handedly pull the tab open. He doesn't take a sip just yet though, and instead leans over those sheets of paper curiously.]
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Books are piled all around without a bookshelf to house them; not only that, it looks as if there's a few broken objects too—a radio near the window that has its knobs busted, a shattered mirror is hung on the wall even though its pieces have already been swept up—but that's just two of who knows what else.
He doesn't comment on any of it so long as Souda doesn't, and rather, he joins him on the floor with everything he's pulled out of that paper bag.]
When I met her, she was really nice... but what's all this for?
[Komaeda reaches for one of the cans of cola and sets it between his thighs to one-handedly pull the tab open. He doesn't take a sip just yet though, and instead leans over those sheets of paper curiously.]
Are these plans for the arcade?