( ok! don't tell komaeda when they were born! leave komaeda out! then he'll kill himself for missing it!!! i'll do it. )

...Alright. Do you have the time, we can make one for you right now.

( while npckun has been clinging onto komaeda, he finally frees himself so that he can stand up properly. his eyes looking off to the side, dead as always even though the smile he wears seems to be gentle? is he back to being in high-spirits, or is this just a personality he's wearing for the moment? walking to the exit of the room, he leans up against it while waiting for the other to retrieve what we need. )

Black and white paper, black and white colored pencils... ah... how unsightly...

( he mumbles to himself, but he manages to shake that off. )