[Man. He can't believe yesterday they all witnessed a Disney princess wedding.
In the morning, Junpei's working on something at a table in the dining room: Looks like it's another one of those hand-drawn grids. His manual dexterity's improving, if nothing else. He's got the paper pulled in close to his body and his jacket draped over his head to keep certain cameras from seeing it. When he's done, he tapes it to the kitchen ceiling once again.
The afternoon finds him in the garden. He's singing, sometimes softly to himself, sometimes loudly with feeling, to the accompaniment of some of the pigeons. The pigeons are also apparently helping him look for something, if the way he and the birds are poking their way over the ground is any indication.
It's Michi who finds it. She returns something small to Junpei's hand, and he lifts it to the fake sunlight, watching the diamond ring catch the light like a symbol of hope.
By dinner in the dining room once more, he's looped it through the red and orange ribbons Clarith once tied around his arm and is wearing it around his neck like a pendant. A reminder. He chews his food, swallows, and then twirls his fork in a vague circle towards the ceiling, voice low and serious.]
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In the morning, Junpei's working on something at a table in the dining room: Looks like it's another one of those hand-drawn grids. His manual dexterity's improving, if nothing else. He's got the paper pulled in close to his body and his jacket draped over his head to keep certain cameras from seeing it. When he's done, he tapes it to the kitchen ceiling once again.
The afternoon finds him in the garden. He's singing, sometimes softly to himself, sometimes loudly with feeling, to the accompaniment of some of the pigeons. The pigeons are also apparently helping him look for something, if the way he and the birds are poking their way over the ground is any indication.
It's Michi who finds it. She returns something small to Junpei's hand, and he lifts it to the fake sunlight, watching the diamond ring catch the light like a symbol of hope.
By dinner in the dining room once more, he's looped it through the red and orange ribbons Clarith once tied around his arm and is wearing it around his neck like a pendant. A reminder. He chews his food, swallows, and then twirls his fork in a vague circle towards the ceiling, voice low and serious.]
Has anyone actually heard from PAL since Queenie?