Honey was relieved when breakfast was over. Even though there'd been plenty of sticky-sweet french toast to be had, the company left him feeling a little inadequate. Usually girls fawned all over him, but Callisto had been downright mean. Had he done something wrong? What kind of girl wanted to fight rather than play? It'd only been a few days
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Most of the writing instruments seemed to lack the fine points he wanted for the detail work, so Leon settled on using one of the 'pens' given to all the patients. He chose a neutral colour of the thick, rough paper and set to sketching Chaltier from memory.
It wasn't hard. Leon remembered every inch of Chaltier's form perfectly.
[free! and just so you know, he's sketching his sword.]
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Joshua was given to the artistic side of life, if he was allowed to say so. He spent a fair amount of time with them, and while the Shibuya aesthetic was a bit different from what 'normal' society went for, it was still artistic in its own right. Of course, the problem was that every artist needed tools, and what he found in this 'arts and crafts' room was rather... disappointing. Ah well; if all else failed, even if he didn't get to make anything himself, he could at least learn about who were those to talk about for such art.
There were a few, which Joshua found promising. But most of them were speaking to each other, and he did so dearly hate a crowd. Instead, he found someone off on his own, then walked up to the man, peering over his shoulder. A sword? Mm, a rough sketch right now, but better than nothing. He didn't say anything, of course, not yet, but that could come later. For now, he wanted to watch someone work.
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However, in his current mood, Joshua couldn't help but answer in his usual teasing manner. "Is this far enough?"
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But he did have a fraction of that integrity, so instead he idly shrugged and grinned at the other man. "I have no idea why you're acting like that. It's not as though you're a bad artist."
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