[The first thing Komaeda had to do upon entering the Cleric Cabin was clean it. It was terrible. If he was going to be expected to sleep there it had to be fixed!
Dawning an apron and a scarf around his head he went straight to it, dusting the window sills and ceiling, wiping the windows down, sweeping and mopping the floors, he spends most of the first day doing this and no one was going to stop him. In fact no one was allowed in the cabin until he was done.]
If they're going to bring us here, they should have made sure the accommodation were respectable first.
[Painting]
[He wanted to participate in activities, but didn't really feel he was good enough for them. Also he was sure everyone would have a bad time with him around. But still, arts and crafts sort of sounded a little fun, even if childish. And, no one would probably get hurt, but... being limited to one colour was a bit annoying.]
I don't even like the colour yellow.
[And yet more often than not it was the colour coming out. How annoying.]
...and then, when they had lost, and were about to be faced with the weight of their circumstances hundreds of hands reached out from the darkness crabbing them all over. They pulled the child's hair and arms, fingers digging into their skin, each hand pulled this way and that. And as they were dragged into the darkness, their cries could be heard echoing all around.
Deep in the depths of the earth, they were ripped apart, broken, and destroyed. They as they were then became no more.
[Wildcard]
[He can really be found just about anywhere and always willing to help out, though anything potentially dangerous he's avoiding like he has a phobia.]
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[The first thing Komaeda had to do upon entering the Cleric Cabin was clean it. It was terrible. If he was going to be expected to sleep there it had to be fixed!
Dawning an apron and a scarf around his head he went straight to it, dusting the window sills and ceiling, wiping the windows down, sweeping and mopping the floors, he spends most of the first day doing this and no one was going to stop him. In fact no one was allowed in the cabin until he was done.]
If they're going to bring us here, they should have made sure the accommodation were respectable first.
[Painting]
[He wanted to participate in activities, but didn't really feel he was good enough for them. Also he was sure everyone would have a bad time with him around. But still, arts and crafts sort of sounded a little fun, even if childish. And, no one would probably get hurt, but... being limited to one colour was a bit annoying.]
I don't even like the colour yellow.
[And yet more often than not it was the colour coming out. How annoying.]
[Ghost Stories: DRAE Ultra Despair Girls mild implied spoilers.]
...and then, when they had lost, and were about to be faced with the weight of their circumstances hundreds of hands reached out from the darkness crabbing them all over. They pulled the child's hair and arms, fingers digging into their skin, each hand pulled this way and that. And as they were dragged into the darkness, their cries could be heard echoing all around.
Deep in the depths of the earth, they were ripped apart, broken, and destroyed. They as they were then became no more.
[Wildcard]
[He can really be found just about anywhere and always willing to help out, though anything potentially dangerous he's avoiding like he has a phobia.]