[By whatever point in the night this particular moment occurs, Iwaizumi has been drinking and a sticky note drawing contest has begun. This is why he approaches Kimihiro with a pad of sticky notes in his hand and sits across from him wherever he happens to be sitting.]
Hey sit still for a second.
[Hold on. He’s drawing.]
Here.
[He peels a sticky note from the pad, then holds it in front of Kimihiro’s face. It is a crudely drawn stick figure of the kimono-clad space time witch himself.]
See? It’s you.
[Boop! And now it is stuck to Watanuki’s forehead. Iwa begins drawing again.]
I’m taking the liberty to just tag in at a random point in the night sorry
Hey sit still for a second.
[Hold on. He’s drawing.]
Here.
[He peels a sticky note from the pad, then holds it in front of Kimihiro’s face. It is a crudely drawn stick figure of the kimono-clad space time witch himself.]
See? It’s you.
[Boop! And now it is stuck to Watanuki’s forehead. Iwa begins drawing again.]