“It’s not like you to be late for breakfast two days in a row,” Naegi furrows his brows, and he seems worried for Komaeda.
Komaeda however, is confused. He sits still, in the middle of scooping rice.
“It seems like you’re normal today,” Naegi’s mom seems deep in thought, eyeing Komaeda intensely.
“You were really weird yesterday,” Naegi adds.
“W-what are you talking about?” Komaeda looks at his family members, and they cast glances to each other.
Their answers were instead replaced by the morning radio going off, bidding the town’s residents a good morning.
The monotone drolls went on about the election. Komaeda tightened the grip on his chopsticks slightly.
His mother got up and unplugged the radio, and Naegi turned the TV on.
Komaeda however, is confused. He sits still, in the middle of scooping rice.
“It seems like you’re normal today,” Naegi’s mom seems deep in thought, eyeing Komaeda intensely.
“You were really weird yesterday,” Naegi adds.
“W-what are you talking about?” Komaeda looks at his family members, and they cast glances to each other.
Their answers were instead replaced by the morning radio going off, bidding the town’s residents a good morning.
The monotone drolls went on about the election. Komaeda tightened the grip on his chopsticks slightly.
His mother got up and unplugged the radio, and Naegi turned the TV on.