[Mitarai is seeing a lot more of everyone than last week now that he is taking one entire meal in the cafeteria. It seems like getting lunch there is the first thing he really does after leaving his room. He is knifing at his steak with determination today, it genuinely seems to be difficult for him, both the physical strength and keeping his eyes down there instead of the hallucination he's muttering at.]
Even if it's true, just how do you expect me to say that? It's not like there's a c-calendar, you know?
[Mitarai spends most of the actual day in the computer lab, plainly absorbed with the state of the art animation software. Judging by the fully saturated screen, he seems to be working on backgrounds of some kind. A red sky?
At nighttime he's lying in the grass with his hands behind his head and his blazer laid flat underneath his upper body. Not even in the gazebo proper. Mitarai in his white button-down shirt is just a speck in the grass looking up at the stars which are also white specks.]
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Even if it's true, just how do you expect me to say that? It's not like there's a c-calendar, you know?
[Mitarai spends most of the actual day in the computer lab, plainly absorbed with the state of the art animation software. Judging by the fully saturated screen, he seems to be working on backgrounds of some kind. A red sky?
At nighttime he's lying in the grass with his hands behind his head and his blazer laid flat underneath his upper body. Not even in the gazebo proper. Mitarai in his white button-down shirt is just a speck in the grass looking up at the stars which are also white specks.]