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Being Bound is getting old, Momiji thinks. He's enjoyed the vacation - really! - but now not seeing the rest of the Zodiac is starting to feel incredibly weird, in an almost visceral way.
Which might be why he's filled up a good part of a table with drawing supplies - paper and colored pencils and pastels and markers and a ginormous box of crayons - and set about doodling a few members of his family, this evening.
There are already quite a few finished pictures, almost all of people standing next to cutesy animals. There's a man in a kimono with a big, black dog, a tawny-haired girl with a tiger-cub crouched at her feet...and, at the moment, he's working on a tall doctor in a lab coat. Or, to be precise, on the brown-ish seahorse next to and totally out of proportion with him.
None of them are very good, but they're definitely holding his attention, as he bends over his present project with his tongue slightly poked out to one side in concentration.
Which isn't to say that he'd object to a drawing partner! Somebody has to use the other bajillion crayons the boy has sitting beside him, after all.
(OOC: Will be intermittently slow for school purposes. D: But open until it scrolls!)
Which might be why he's filled up a good part of a table with drawing supplies - paper and colored pencils and pastels and markers and a ginormous box of crayons - and set about doodling a few members of his family, this evening.
There are already quite a few finished pictures, almost all of people standing next to cutesy animals. There's a man in a kimono with a big, black dog, a tawny-haired girl with a tiger-cub crouched at her feet...and, at the moment, he's working on a tall doctor in a lab coat. Or, to be precise, on the brown-ish seahorse next to and totally out of proportion with him.
None of them are very good, but they're definitely holding his attention, as he bends over his present project with his tongue slightly poked out to one side in concentration.
Which isn't to say that he'd object to a drawing partner! Somebody has to use the other bajillion crayons the boy has sitting beside him, after all.
(OOC: Will be intermittently slow for school purposes. D: But open until it scrolls!)