[ "Myaah?" Sometimes May talks back and Komaeda can play pretend, but when he turns his attention to the ceiling, the cat slows its trot and looks up too, pink little nose twitching slightly as it stares at a point further down the hall where Komaeda had first heard the sound— towards the direction the man I mean sound is heading, instead.
There's no vents around, but they're by the art club room and there's probably stools or something in there for him to give himself a boost and poke around the ceiling for any loose tiles.
Whether Komaeda goes to get a stool or sticks around for now, the cat plops its butt down and sits, staring up at that spot on the ceiling. ]
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There's no vents around, but they're by the art club room and there's probably stools or something in there for him to give himself a boost and poke around the ceiling for any loose tiles.
Whether Komaeda goes to get a stool or sticks around for now, the cat plops its butt down and sits, staring up at that spot on the ceiling. ]