Soubi had been starting at the wall for the past hour or so. The mural in the bedroom had been nice, but he didn't want to do the same thing here. It had only recently occurred to him that his painting room should have a mural too. It made sense, at least, and he had been wanting to work on another mural lately. But what to do... that was the question
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He turned the knob, pushing the door open. Curiously, that face appeared around the doorframe, peering inwards, taking in the room before him. It was covered in canvases, absolutely. Stacked against the wall, paints and brushes scattering the floor.
...Definitely an artist's room, he had to admit. Though...admittedly, Butterfly knew little of art himself. He just enjoyed looking at beautiful things (and now and then chasing his namesake, when he felt really active).
He felt almost shy to be entering someone else's private den, but quelled it with a cocky strut, bell jingling as he traipsed forward.
"...Nice to meet you in person." he offered, his best attempt at formality there, one pale hand scrubbing back through his hair.
Soubi was about to respond, when he looked over to the boy, and the words completely caught in his throat. It was like Ritsuka standing beside him; Ritsuka, five years older and ears never taken, Ritsuka with a bell and collar around his neck.
...the fighter's cheeks flushed an odd shade of rose, and he took a long drag of his cigarette, quickly looking away. He was so damaged. He shouldn't even be thinking things like that.
Soubi forced a faint smile onto his lips and beckoned Butterfly closer, gesturing to the wall. "What should I put here?"
He canted his head to the side, an amused sort of half-smile touching his lips at the odd blush, half wondering what it was about. Surprise perhaps? Well...humans had the oddest, most interesting expressions, he had to admit!
Still, Soubi seemed to get over it quickly enough and Butterfly edged closer, glancing at the blank wall thoughtfully.
"Big painting, then?" he asked, hand gesturing to the expanse meaningfully.
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...Definitely an artist's room, he had to admit. Though...admittedly, Butterfly knew little of art himself. He just enjoyed looking at beautiful things (and now and then chasing his namesake, when he felt really active).
He felt almost shy to be entering someone else's private den, but quelled it with a cocky strut, bell jingling as he traipsed forward.
"...Nice to meet you in person." he offered, his best attempt at formality there, one pale hand scrubbing back through his hair.
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...the fighter's cheeks flushed an odd shade of rose, and he took a long drag of his cigarette, quickly looking away. He was so damaged. He shouldn't even be thinking things like that.
Soubi forced a faint smile onto his lips and beckoned Butterfly closer, gesturing to the wall. "What should I put here?"
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Still, Soubi seemed to get over it quickly enough and Butterfly edged closer, glancing at the blank wall thoughtfully.
"Big painting, then?" he asked, hand gesturing to the expanse meaningfully.
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