Room 515, Sunday Afternoon
It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, and Naminé was sitting with her sketchpad in her lap, Alea stretched out before her on a pillow.
Somehow, she never got tired of trying to capture her cat's refined grace.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" she said softly. Alea purred contentedly in response.
Her door was wide open, should anyone wish to stop in and say hello.
Somehow, she never got tired of trying to capture her cat's refined grace.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" she said softly. Alea purred contentedly in response.
Her door was wide open, should anyone wish to stop in and say hello.