ダイヤモンドは砕けない

Why not draw lots of Mondos?

Mondo dresssed like Gumi ?

+  She can’t see Mondo anywhere but something catches her attention - some unknowable tiny thing, unimportant, unthreatening outside of her head - and coils a familiar miserable tension through her rising shoulders. Her cup rattles on the saucer, her hands furiously steady but her arms unstable despite that focused stillness. She scans the crowd for a threat she’s sure isn’t there, hopes that the sea of blank faces will finally be a calming sight instead of a terrifying one. She -

[He perks, hustling over towards the waving hand and the direction of the voice. Her voice is easy to recognize, and, well, plus, he was kind of meeting her there in the first place. Dragging his feet, hands shoved in the pockets of his pants, he reaches her and shuffles a bit in place. He feels under-dressed, but if he wants to be invisible, it's for the best.]