Nakamigawa Hiroaki was rude to most people. Too blunt, too self-important, too defensive, too hostile. A person not too many people enjoyed having around... But it's what you would expect from someone in a death game.

Even with his aggressive behavior... there was something about him that piqued Takeshi Ojima's interest. Normally, he wouldn't involve himself with people like that, but it was just.. something about him stuck. Now, two have gotten along better. Bonded over their love of art, and have been stuck by the hip since then.

Speaking of love of art, both of them sit on the floor of Takeshi's dorm room, since.. the matresses are kind of occupied right now. Takeshi draws on a few sheets of paper—supplied by Monomoko—while Nakamigawa chatters about anything: everyone's "shittiness," how no one recognized him, his clothing designs, what he would do when (and if) they got out of this horrible killing game.

To be honest, the sound of Nakamigawa's voice was relaxing, it helped him with his spacing out and daydreaming. He found himself actually wanting to listen to his rambles. Yet, that didn't mean he couldn't blank.

Takeshi ended up.. staring at Nakamigawa. Like, not actual staring. But... blank. Spacing out staring (or maybe not). Was that weird?