( assuming the tv has been moved back here. natsume sits on a desk, palms flat on the top of it and fingers tight at its edge as he leans back. there's a notebook on his lap, little notes in new and old ink; things he remembers from shuichi, things he's connected from komaeda, things he's hearing from the video in front of him.
he jumps to turn the television off when he hears the turn of a knob, the click of the lock, notebook tumbling noisily from his lap in the quiet; he turns to see who it is, and )
umm the 11th so amamikun can be gone
( assuming the tv has been moved back here. natsume sits on a desk, palms flat on the top of it and fingers tight at its edge as he leans back. there's a notebook on his lap, little notes in new and old ink; things he remembers from shuichi, things he's connected from komaeda, things he's hearing from the video in front of him.
he jumps to turn the television off when he hears the turn of a knob, the click of the lock, notebook tumbling noisily from his lap in the quiet; he turns to see who it is, and )
...Nagito-kun. What a surPRISE.