oo4.
[ There's a mess of sketchbook paper and coloring pencils on the floor, but Naminé seems rather oblivious to it - she's off in her own world, intently sketching what seems to be two individuals while lying on her stomach. Lightly blowing on the page to get rid of any coloring pencil remnants, she reaches for a pencil of a golden hue, biting her lip as she begins to carefully outline and shade in...
But she suddenly stops, dropping the pencil with a small hiss as she gives her hand a small shake and sits up. That's what happens for coloring non-stop for the last, say, four hours or so ]
Hand cramp, ouch.