[Usually, Chiaki doesn't seem any different on a Sunday than on any other day ending in -y (and not in murder), as blank-faced and sleepy-voiced as ever. Perhaps she's still unaffected even now. She stands near the railing on the deck--of the cruise ship, not cards--and stares out over the impenetrable grey waves, impossible to read.
It's a far cry from her keen, wide-eyed excitement when Joey teaches her about Duel Monsters. Still, unlike some of the other passengers, when Chiaki notices him and turns, nothing's visibly haunting her.]
Memory regains on a cruise, because porque no los dos
It's a far cry from her keen, wide-eyed excitement when Joey teaches her about Duel Monsters. Still, unlike some of the other passengers, when Chiaki notices him and turns, nothing's visibly haunting her.]
Ah, Joey-kun. ...Good morning. It's cloudy today...
[She studies his face, trying to gauge how he's doing.]