Yori seemed oddly confident and at ease all of a sudden. It was a little jarring, and Kozue belatedly wondered if maybe this room was full of paint fumes that were slowly getting them all high.

So anyway, now Yori was going to save them all with the power of... art symbolism, or something? Well, whatever. He seemed content and Kozue could handle that. At least until Yori started trying to get a reply from their grand artist overlord and come [i]on]/i] man, don't you know you're not supposed to talk to the overlord?

Okay, whatever. Trust Yori. Believe in the heart of the paint. If not that, believe in the fumes. To be honest, Kozue was a little jealous that Yori could take so much meaning from the display. He didn't have any kind of talent like Yori's art; he just biked for fun and occasionally made mediocre techno mixes on his computer at home. Yori smiled at him and Kozue weakly smiled back.

Trust Yori. He'd get them through this. He had to.