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sweetpinkpixie · 09-10-2022, 01:54 PM

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Originally Posted by Uncle Moose

Yumeki was having the nicest dream, or the weirdest. There wasn't much happening in it. He walking down a path in a park but everything looked like it was wet and dripping paint. Off in the distance beyond some of the wet painted trees was a bridge that he was not getting any closer too. Off to the side of the path...was it a bike or a unicycle? Did it matter? To his Left the trees were morphing into massive bronze colored moths, and hiding within them there were some yellowed colored eyes looking directly at him. He would pick up his pace to avoid looking directly at these eyes but his destination was now further away, but the bike or unicycle was now directly beside him. He should get onto it.

Then he heard some movement, and the sound of something unclasping and his attention was now out of his dream, he only slightly opened one eye to get a peak of who woke him up. He should have guessed it was Mitsuki. Who was kneeling rather close to him, but her attention looked split between him and her book. So he let her do her thing for a while he pretend snored.

After a few extra minutes he shifted and opened his eyes to look at her. "Good Morning Mitsuki-chan."

For the number of times she had sketched him like this, it pleased her that no two sketches or watercolors ever looked identical and there were more differences than the lighting or setting. Like today was the first she had noticed how some of his hairs had the tendency to lay with a swish to the right whole the majority went left, but then there would be hairs that ought to have gone left that went right and some that simply preferred to curl upwards like delightful vines climbing towards the sky. There was also a certain line that ran across his brow while he was dreaming, several in fact, but today was the first that she had really noticed this particular one.

She had also done this enough times to recognize the change in snores, the differences subtle between an involuntary one and a performative one. She would never call him out on such things, however, seeing as he was doing so to permit her more sketching time. At least, that was what she presumed was the intention. She felt it rude to ask.

The corners of her lips twitched ever so slightly, her wrist gave one more flick upwards to finish her stroke, and her head slowly lifted to peek up at him through her thin lashes and much thicker bangs. "Hello, Yumeki-senpai," she greeted softly as she lay her quill down and balanced both it and her sketchbook upon her knees.

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