[FREE] a pencil to escape [ATTN: Ootani]

[Komatsuzaki Airi]

Eyes wandered as she sat on her bed, feeling the weight of their situation pressing on the edges of her mind. To think that two of their classmates, people she thought of like any other person-- could be gone in a flash, as the air around the group just seemed to grow thicker. Was there really nowhere they could go, would it truly be the rest of their lives to be stuck in such a horrible place? Her feet slid against the wooden floor, slightly pounding against the floor in frustration before mustering up any semblance of determination to continue her day as she normally would. Grabbing her sketchbook off her nightstand along with a pencil, she thought it'd be best to at least try and go out-- instead of wallowing in her own pity.

Soft footsteps made their way to the second floor of the library, looking around for a good spot to sit and sketch some ideas. Drawing had always been a means of escape for her, being able to ignore the world around her for a little bit. Drawing stories that she could fantasize, with simpler things to worry about, like being late for school-- or asking a crush out... they weren't things she really cared much for, but people seemed to find it interesting at least... Wandering around almost daydreaming when she noticed a familiar face around... snapping her back into reality for a moment.

It was Ootani... He didn't seem to notice her at the moment, though he seemed to be all on his own. Komatsuzaki wasn't really the one for socializing, but she was interested enough to see what he was up to. Softly moving towards the small lounging space he was sitting at, she spoke softly--

"Um... Ootani, was it? I was wondering if I could sit next to you and doodle for awhile."

[Ootani Yakumo]

He was... tired? Yeah, he was tired. 

It wasn't easy-- this whole situation that is. But considering he cried all he could during the end of the trial and the execution, Ootani didn't have it in him to continue crying anymore. After a few hours of staying in his room, he decided to head over to the library's second floor, hoping he could distract himself from thinking Karina's execution by doodling.

However, that was an hour ago. Currently, he was spacing out with a pencil in his hand, thinking back onto the way the ballerina was just.. dropped onto her doom. Landing right onto a blade--- 

Oh. Was someone talking to him?

After a few blinks, the architect turns his head to look at-- Komatsuzaki, if he was right. Staring for a moment before jumping a bit in his seat.

Nice, a delayed reaction.

   "Ah--" What did she say?? Did she want to sit next to him??? Just-- just say yes.

   "Sure." He finally manages to reply with a nod, placing his pencil down.

[Komatsuzaki Airi]

A slight smile slipped out from the mangaka's lips-- seeing as the other seemed to be spacing out, understandably so considering the events that had just taken place. Though Komatsuzaki preferred to not think about it, seeing Karamazov's body dangling, the picture engraved in her mind. Thoughts wavered as she took a seat next to the Architect, preferring to not think about those events-- after all, that's what she came here for in the first place anyway.

Picking up her pencil, wondering where she had left off in her brainstorming. Giving a slight sigh as the events had been a lot more taxing than she had first imagined, bringing her pencil down only to draw what she felt like in the moment, eyes only glancing over to see what Ootani had been working on. Although she wasn't very knowledgeable about architecture, or what her classmate did for a living, she thought about asking him further, since her drawings didn't seem to be getting her anywhere.

"So... What kind of buildings do you draw? Being an architect and all..."

In all honesty, she thought the question was a bit silly, not really having any clue about the structure of buildings and the thought process behind it all. Though she was willing to listen to almost anything at this point, giving a small glance at him hoping he'd respond.

[Ootani Yakumo]

   "What kind of buildings...?"

Closing his eyes, he places a hand on his chin. That was... a bit of a vague question, but he figured that it was because she didn't really know what he did. Not that he can really blame her-- he was still surprised he was well known enough that even hope's peak and a detective of all people would know about him.

Architects weren't really talked about by civilians and normal schools, after all.

   "Modern buildings..., classical..., cottage..., contemporary..., coastal..., bungalow..." He's opened his eyes, counting the types of buildings on his hand, stopping himself once he reaches five.

   "Mainly those five themes-- but I do dabble in other architecture themes, I just end up sticking with those five the most."