[He isn't certain whether Komaeda will go along with him until the end, like he says he will, or if he's planning something.
Even if he's not planning something, the possibility that, at the last second, Atem will feel a knife in his back is very real.
The idea's a little thrilling. Atem sort of wants to confront Komaeda about it, but only later, when they're alone. Maybe while they're kissing. Definitely not now.
Right now is for walking around a mall, like a normal couple where one of them is fully naked in public. He runs his eyes over a few stores -- and as they pass one with dresses, of semi-to-formal fanciness, he'll remark -- ]
Not today, but another time--
[...but what's finally settled on, after a few things are tried on and Atem, sprawled on a dressing-room chair, checks the fit and shakes his head or nods, is a remarkably normal outfit from someone who goes around in a collar all the time. The cream collared shirt has sheer panels, which Komaeda's markings give the illusion of a pattern to, just more muted than the rest of his colors. The jacket and pants are complementary shades of blue, just far enough apart that it's not matchy, and some odds and ends of jewelry in gold.
Atem hands it to Komaeda, but keeps a hand on his arm, forestalling any putting-it-on-right-here-and-now-on-the-sales-floor Komaeda might be about to do.]
Come with me! Before you put it on.
[And, if he's not argued with, he starts leading Komaeda back to the dressing-room.]
alright it's shopping montage capped with a paragraph about what the heroine is wearing time
Even if he's not planning something, the possibility that, at the last second, Atem will feel a knife in his back is very real.
The idea's a little thrilling. Atem sort of wants to confront Komaeda about it, but only later, when they're alone. Maybe while they're kissing. Definitely not now.
Right now is for walking around a mall, like a normal couple where one of them is fully naked in public. He runs his eyes over a few stores -- and as they pass one with dresses, of semi-to-formal fanciness, he'll remark -- ]
Not today, but another time--
[...but what's finally settled on, after a few things are tried on and Atem, sprawled on a dressing-room chair, checks the fit and shakes his head or nods, is a remarkably normal outfit from someone who goes around in a collar all the time. The cream collared shirt has sheer panels, which Komaeda's markings give the illusion of a pattern to, just more muted than the rest of his colors. The jacket and pants are complementary shades of blue, just far enough apart that it's not matchy, and some odds and ends of jewelry in gold.
Atem hands it to Komaeda, but keeps a hand on his arm, forestalling any putting-it-on-right-here-and-now-on-the-sales-floor Komaeda might be about to do.]
Come with me! Before you put it on.
[And, if he's not argued with, he starts leading Komaeda back to the dressing-room.]